Jim's mind was a blur. Ryan was acting crazy, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to deal with that. He was going to make him some dinner and then maybe play some video games or something. He figured that if and when Ryan wanted to talk about whatever was going on with him, he would, and Jim would listen and do what he could to help him. It was supposed to be that easy. Just helping a friend out.

But Ryan had just made the whole situation a lot more complicated.

The younger man had thrown himself at his host, his arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his lips, quivering and needy, pressed sloppily against Jim's mouth. At first, Jim can't move, he's too stunned. Ryan is kissing him.

Why is Ryan kissing him? Jim's mind is reeling, and his body reacts before his mind can catch up. He's kissing the younger man back, his hands coming up to Ryan's back, pressing him against his chest. When Ryan moans softly, sounding desperate, Jim is slammed back into reality.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" Jim stammers, gently pushing Ryan away. The smaller man's face is flushed and his lips are glistening along with his eyes.

"What was that?" Jim asks, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" Ryan breathes. He still standing close enough to Jim to kiss him again, and Jim wonders if he will. He can't figure out what is going on in Ryan's head. His behavior was all over the place.

"No...it's okay" Jim responds before he can stop himself. It's okay? It's okay that Ryan just threw himself at him? What? Jim was trying to process his reaction to Ryan at the same time he was trying to figure out what to do with him. He couldn't ignore the way his heart was beating and the fact he couldn't stop staring at Ryan's lips. He swallowed, trying to clear his mind.

Suddenly, Ryan's mouth is attached to Jim's again and this time, Jim doesn't push him away. He's not thinking about anything but Ryan, desperate and needy. His hands are grabbing handfuls of the younger man's hair and clothes and it all feels so foreign, but he doesn't want to stop.

The faint smell of Ryan's cologne burns Jim's throat as he sucks in deep breaths when he can manage to pry Ryan's face away from his. The smaller man is pressing himself against his friend so hard that the pair stumble backwards and Jim ends up slamming his back against the wall.

Ryan, relentless, is still mashing his body against Jim's. His hands are still gripping tight handfuls of Jim's jacket, and the tall man can feel his friend's fists shaking with the effort.

Jim's caught up in the moment. He wraps his arms securely around Ryan's smaller form and half carries, half drags the younger man into the living room. The whole time, Ryan is still kissing him, groaning softly.

Jim falls back onto the couch, pulling Ryan down on top of him. Suddenly, Ryan pushes himself off of Jim's chest and is staring at the older man, his eyes having that same wild look they did earlier.

"Jim?" He questions as he scoots off Jim, settling on the opposite side of the couch.

"Yeah...Ryan, what's wrong?" Jim asks, bewildered. It's becoming exhausting keeping up with Ryan's drastic mood changes.

"What am I going to do?" Ryan asks quietly, his eyes searching Jim's.

"It'll be okay" Jim says, putting his arm around the smaller man. Jim doesn't know what else to say. Ryan is scaring the hell out of him now, and Jim wonders if he's having some sort of mental break down. He doesn't know if he can handle this by himself. It was supposed to be a simple gesture of friendship, but Jim knew that now it was so much more than that. What the hell it was, Jim had no idea. He just knew that he had to help Ryan, he wanted to help Ryan, and he wanted Ryan.

"They left the light on" Ryan mumbles. He's slumped against Jim now, eyes closed.

Jim tries to figure out how to respond to that, but after a few minutes, Ryan is snoring softly, out cold.