Merry Christmas, Ali!

***From inside a closet at Patrick’s house***
(Ryan’s POV)
Damn. How did I get myself into this?

“Come on, Frank. Pick another dare!”

It’s not a bad situation, it’s just awkward. I mean, having someone refuse to kiss you is pretty offensive. It’s like someone telling you they’d rather kiss a cow than you. It’s pretty harsh.

“No. I don’t think you understand, Gee. This is a game of truth or dare. It was my turn and the bottle landed on you and you said dare. So might as well just blame yourself for this predicament.”

That’s rational enough.

“You’re an ass.”

Maybe, but he has a nice one, though.

“What you want is my ass and you can’t have that until later.”

“So you’re saying that we can fuck later on?”

I don’t think they remember that I’m here. That’s understandable. I’m pretty quiet. I decide to speak up.

“Um, guys? I’m still here.”

“Sorry Ryan. You’re one quite motherfucker.”

“Frank!”

“Woops.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m usually quiet and I just met you guys so.”

“Did you know your voice is pretty deep? Not as deep as Andy’s, though. Hey, can you sing?”

“We can do this later, Frank. Let’s get on with the dare before Pete comes down and drags all our asses back to the living room.”

“Okay what was the dare again?”

“You have to make out with Ryan for at least three minutes.”

“Do I have to-“

I got tired of waiting around so I crashed my lips against his. Gerard made a surprised noise at the back of his throat which soon became a moan when I grabbed a fist full of his red hair. We were all sitting on the floor so I crawled up onto his lap and straddled him.

I flicked my tongue on his bottom lip, asking for entrance, and he let his mouth drop open for me to get my tongue get inside him. After that, it became a passionate and heated kiss and Gerard had his hands tangled in my hair like mine were in his. It felt like it had only been a couple seconds when Frank tapped me on my shoulder.

Frank had huge smile on his face, “Your time is up kid, but you sure as hell used it well,” He looked over my shoulder to see Gerard’s flushed face. He had his hands folded up on his lap and he left it to my imagination what he was trying to hide.

“Yeah, let’s get back to everyone else,” I stood up in the small closet we were occupying. I opened the door and looked back to give Gerard a smirk. I walked down the hallway with an air of confidence. I got to kiss one of the hottest guys at the party.

***Back in the living room***
(Mikey’s POV)
What’s taking them so long? It’s been more than, like, seven minutes. It was only a four minute challenge.

I look around at the red, green, and white lights on the wall and the huge Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. We’re at Frank’s friend, Patrick’s, house for Christmas Eve and they left me alone with a bunch of people I literally just met, but I’ve got a pretty good idea on who everybody is.

Patrick, the dude who invited Frank and Gerard over, seemed pretty cool. He was quite, but not as quiet as that one Ryan kid that Gee and Frankie just ran off with. Pete has the same energy as Frank which frightens me to think that there might be someone who has more energy than Frank. Brendon is a very friendly person. He’s currently sitting on Pete with his feet in Patrick’s lap and his head in Gabe’s lap. Speaking of Gabe, he reminds me of that rare jock you find in school that’s cool with everybody and anything but does his own thing. Yeah, he’s pretty cool. William is nice. I like Jon, but all he’s done is stare anywhere and everywhere other than where I’ve been sitting.

Oh, god. Where’s Gee? Pete’s starting to freak me out. He’s just staring at me. It’s really weird because I know he staring at me cause Frank and Gee were the one’s sitting next to me and I feel extremely awkward already cause I’m the only one sitting on this side of the living room.

I see Pete wriggle out from under Brendon earning a whinny Brendon. He stood up and proceeded to walking over to the other side of the living room where I was currently freaking the fuck out.

Why does he want to sit next to me? I don’t even really fucking know him. Why me?

He gets down on the ground and sits crossed leg which I’m assuming is pretty difficult with skinny jeans on.

“Do you straighten your hair like that every day?” …That’s a weird fucking question.

I look up at his straight black hair with red streaks in it, “I could ask you the same thing, dude.”

He smirked and looked down at his hands. He looked down the hallway Gerard, Frank, and Ryan all disappeared down fifteen minutes ago.

“How long do you think it’ll be until they come back out?” He asked.

“I don’t know, but I feel like the only reason they’re still over there is cause Gerard is still bitching about the dare Frank gave him.”

“Probably. Hey, why haven’t I seen you at Gerard or Frank’s house at all? Don’t you live with Gerard?”

“No, I moved out like a year ago and got my own apartment.” He’s been to Gee’s house?

He nodded, “Nice.”

“And do you live here or do you have your own place?”

He pointed his hand at one of the doors that distinctly said ‘Pete’ on the door. I’m such a fucking idiot.

“Oh, I didn’t notice.”

“Yeah, if you want to you can come over more often if you’d like.”

“Really? That’s co-“I stopped midsentence cause I saw Ryan coming down the hallway with Frank trailing behind and Gerard behind him. Ryan was smirking, Frank had a full blown smile on his face, and Gerard was looking down at the floor pulling the hem of his shirt down. I wonder what happened.

Gerard sat next to me without saying anything and Frank sat next to Pete.

I looked down in Gerard’s lap and giggled.

“Hey, Gee?”

“What is it, Mikes?”

“It looks like you have a little problem in your nether regions.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s incest. Or you could call it ‘Waycest’.”

“What the fuck, Mikey? Why are you so fucking weird?”

“You’re one to talk mister ‘I’m gonna dye my hair bright fucking red in December so I look like a goddamn ornament’.”

“You’re about as much as an ass as Frankie.”

“Why thank you.”

I look up to see Patrick grab the bottle from the middle of the floor and toss it to Gerard.

“It’s your turn, Gerard.”

Gerard put the bottle down on the ground and spun it hard enough that it blurred. It spun for a while until it started to slow down. I shoved my glasses up my face to stop them from falling. I looked back down at the bottle and it had landed on me.

Gee smiled slyly and looked at me, “You’re about to see how much of an ass I can be.” Fuck.

“Mikes, truth or dare?”

“Dare, of course. Truth is no fun.” That surprised him. I usually pick truth cause I don’t want to do any embarrassing stuff, but too late.

“Okay then, I dare you to let Pete feel you up in front of everyone.” Fuck, okay. I gotta keep my cool. Pete’s a cool guy and won’t be weird about it, right? I mean, I know we just met but okay.

“That’s all you got? Okay then. But if I spin next and it lands on you, you’re fucked. Literally,” I love being an asshole.

I looked over at Pete who had a small glint in his eyes but I’m not sure if I imagined it or not.

“You want to do this?” I ask him.

“If you’re fine with it, I’m fine with it,” Oh, God. What did I get myself into?

Pete grabbed my hand and scooted me over to the middle of the circle we were sitting in. He got on his knees and I followed suit.

“Just relax and this will go by quickly. Okay?” I nodded. He grabbed my waist and he pulled me closer towards him. He took my glasses off and set them aside. His hand roamed across my bare waist where my shirt didn’t reach because it wasn’t long enough. He nudged his head under my chin and rested his forehead against my neck. His hot breath was hitting my collarbone causing my knees to feel weak. His hands continued to go up under my shirts and he started to mouth at my shoulder. My breath hitched when I felt his fingers brush against one of my nipples. My breathing was ragged when I felt his other hand go back down my waist to my pants, his knuckles rubbing close to my crotch. That’s when I noticed I had a pretty hard on. He was about to cup my crotch when I heard Gerard say something.

I looked up and saw everybody staring intently at us. “What did you say, Gee?”

“I said you can stop now,” I looked at Pete to see him slightly flush but still pretty confident.

He leaned into my ear and whispered, “We can continue this later on after the party and I can give you an early Christmas present.”

I smiled, “That sound like a plan.”

We moved back to our places in the circle and Patrick tossed me the bottle without saying anything. Everyone was still looking at Pete and I and I just inwardly smirked. I got back a little of my usual confidence and spun the bottle on the ground.

Hey, what do ya know? The bottle landed on Ryan. Fun.

(Gerard’s POV)
Mikey sat down closer to Pete this time when they were done. Damn, I didn’t think Mikey would be so willing to do that even though he just met Pete. I guess he has more self-confidence than I thought.

Patrick tossed Mikey the bottle since he was the last one to be dared. He set it on the ground and spun it. It didn’t go as fast as mine but it doesn’t matter; it’s going to land on somebody anyways. Looked up at the mistletoes on almost every door way and wondered how I missed them in the first place. They would seem useful maybe later on.

I looked back down at the bottle to see it landed on Ryan. Shit.

Mikey smiled like a Cheshire cat, “Okay, truth or dare, Ryan?”

“Truth.”

“Hmm? Okay,” Mikey looked back at me in the corner of his eyes. He darted a look down at my hard on that I was failing miserably to play off. “Is it true you’re the one who gave Gerard his raging hard on at the moment?”

Ryan just blinked and his mouth twitched upwards in a smile. “Yes.”

Brendon perked up at this. “Oh really, Ry? Isn’t Gerard the one who gave you yours?”

Ryan looked over at Brendon who was currently sitting on a sleeping Patrick, who seemed to get bored with things quickly, and opened his mouth like he was going to respond to him but a cough interrupted him from our side of the room.

“Not to butt in or anything but they both gave me mine ‘cause it was pretty hot in there,” Frank admitted from where he was sitting. Everyone was laughing quietly except for Gerard. He was blushing like a madman. “Like, Ryan took lead and Gerard didn’t know what to do cause he’s usually the dominate one. So it was fun to see Gerard blush like a school girl.”

“Well, Ryan did his truth so it’s his turn to spin,” I said quietly, but Mikey heard me anyways. He picked up the bottle and tossed it at Ryan. Ryan took the bottle in his hands and examined it.

“I’m starting to get bored of this game. Can we do something else?”

“We can play pick and fuck!” Gabe finally said something.

“How do you play that?” Patrick said, waking up from his small nap.

Gabe grinned wide. “Well, it kind of explains itself. You pick three to four people, find a room, and you fuck each other!”

“Well, that’s new,” Jon said from the corner of the room.

Gabe snorted, “Well of course it is! I just made it up. I just wanted a reason to fuck both William and Brendon at the same time,” And with that, Gabe grabs Brendon and William’s wrist and heads of into the general direction of the music room. That left Mikey, Frank, Pete, Patrick, Jon, Ryan, and I. We all divide into groups of three and four.

Frank walked over to Ryan and held his hand out to help him up.

“Come on. I want a piece of your ass,” Frank looked back at me sitting on the floor and a something flashed through his eyes. He leaned over and whispered something into Ryan’s ear and I saw Ryan smile. He started to walk towards me, hips swaying, knowing very well what his appearance can do to people.

He leaned down next to me and his breath ghosted over my ear, “Want Frank and I help you with your little problem here? I mean, only if you could help with ours.”

I looked up at him, flushed and panicking slightly. I didn’t know what to do so I said the only thing that came to mind.

“Sure, why not?”

END OF PART 1

Notes

Haven't Updated in a while. Yep. Got alot of shit to do. And things.

Fuck school.

yep.
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