A/N:
I'm so sorry for the delay, i've had the biggest writer's block lately. I swear to god I'll try not to let that happen again, but with "attempting to study" aka watching youtube, and people I'm currently in a relationship with all being retards and I'm the one who has to take the fall, sometimes it might get delayed. I swear to god this story does have a plot... I hope you all don't think I'm rambling...
Usual warnings, maybe up the warning on the Male relations and sexual scenes though
Ch 14
Ryan's POV
"Well, night guys" Ryan said once again. He listened to all his friends say a soft, sleepy goodnight with a small smile before shutting down the chat. He blearily switched his laptop off and put it to the side with a sigh. God it had been a long night... well...technically morning... but he'd be fucked if he wasn't going back to bed after this, sun or no sun. Besides, with Felix passed out and his own veins still buzzing with alcohol, they sure as hell weren't getting any recording done anytime soon...maybe doing the drinking game had been a bad idea, or at least choosing something they all knew would make them lose it… Oh well, it's not like Felix's job can't wait, and his fans knew better than to expect a video the day after a stream. They can wait a few extra hours, because who knows what freaking time he'd wake up again.
Now to carry this fat ass up the stairs…A small smile played across Ryan's features as he glanced across at his sleeping partner's drooling face pressed into the couch. Felix had passed out without Ryan even noticing at first, it wasn't until one of the guys in the call asked why he was being so quiet that Ryan had turned to see him unconscious in his gaming chair. He could still remember the other's laughter as he excused himself to slide Felix onto the couch before he fell off the spinney chair and hurt himself. Dragging the chair over and pushing him off it without missing had been hard enough…how was he going to get him all the way to their room? It was going to be a freaking nuisance lugging him up the stairs…but Ryan'd just feel bad if he left him passed out on the couch while he made himself comfortable in their bed. Besides, with Russ asleep too, he had nothing left to stay down here for. Ryan grumbled with annoyance at his friend. It'd taken him so much courage to prepare for showing Russ his real face….and he'd fucking fell asleep… Damn it Russ… Oh well, I guess tomorrow would still be fine. It's not like his face was going anywhere in a hurry, unfortunately…
Felix gave a little wet snort against the couch, mumbling something Swedish in his sleep Ryan couldn't understand. Ryan almost didn't want to move him he was being that cute…but Felix would be upset if he woke up down here again. Ryan sighed and slid his arms under Felix's warm form. The Swede didn't even stir as Ryan grasped him tightly around his chest and under his legs. The only one who made a noise was Ryan as he grunted under the exertion of lifting the unconscious gamer. Ryan nearly dropped him again as he grappled with Felix's body, trying to get it in a reasonable condition to carry. But the unconscious Felix wasn't making it easy, he may have been lighter than Ryan had expected, but he just kept flopping all over the place! Ryan hoisted him up again, finally managing to get a firm grip under his chest and shoulder blades, and one arm under his legs in a cradle. He made sure Felix's head nestled comfortably into his chest before attempting to start walking. Ryan was so glad he at least occasionally worked out, or else this'd just be impossible. He made a small noise of effort as he began carrying the Swede from the lounge room, making sure not to step on an overly interested Maya sniffing at his feet, and walked him towards the foot of the stair…wait…damn it, this house has stairs! How the FUCK was he supposed to carry Felix up the stairs?! Great fucking planning Ryan! What are you gonna do now, trip and fall on top of him or drag him up the steps by his arms? HE'D BE FUCKING ECSTATIC TO FIND OUT I DID THAT! ESPECIALLY IF HE WOKE UP! HE'D BE OVER THE FUCKING MOON!
Ryan glared at the winding stair case with its cream coloured carpet and enclosing white wall angrily. He was going to end up killing Felix from this…
"Well…here we go, try not to kill him" Ryan told himself firmly as he put his first foot on the step. It creaked under the weight of the pair as Ryan carefully hoisted Felix up again, making damn sure the gamer didn't slip. Maybe he should just drag him, put a blanket or something under him and slide Felix up the stairs like a lazy son of a bitch… but still, if Felix ever found out… Ryan groaned as his leg muscles burned under the effort of climbing the small stair case with Felix's dead weight clutched tightly to his chest. When you wake up you fucking owe me, like…a lot! Ryan sighed with relief as he made it about half way up, finally seeing the end. Just six more steps… Ryan accidentally banged his arm against the wall, making a dull thud echo throughout the house. He tried not to swear and drop Felix
"…Nng…Woah Jag känner mig konstig… varför i helvete ska jag flyga?" Felix slurred in confusion, blinking wearily.
"Ahw crap, sorry Felix. Didn't mean to wake you" Ryan apologized.
"Åh, det är bra. Men hur länge har jag sovit? Har jag missar slutet på inspelningen?" Felix asked sleepily.
"Hey Felix, if I ever miraculously wake up being able to speak a different language, trust me, you'll be first to know. But for now can you try and translate a bit for me?" Ryan chuckled. Felix blinked up at Ryan with hazy blue eyes, not quite understanding for a few moments.
"Huh…oh, right, English, I forgot" Felix said after a moment. "I asked how long I've been asleep for, and did I miss the end of the recording"
"Oh, you've only been out for like 40 minutes, and we ended the stream early 'cause Russ passed out too. And the other guys sounded really beat so we agreed to knock off early. I don't think you really missed too much, we didn't even realise you were out until Jund asked why you were being so quiet" Ryan grinned at the memory. He finally managed to get up the last of the steps, body screaming as he finally planted both feet firmly at the top of the stairs. Felix muttered something Ryan didn't quite catch and snuggled into Ryan's chest with a happy, tired sigh.
"Varm Ryan…" Felix murmured sweetly into Ryan's jumper. Ryan smiled and shook his head at how cute it was. I mean, does it just happen? Or does he actually work at being an adorable little fuck all the time? He carried Felix over to the thankfully still partially open doorway to their room and elbowed it open. What he would have done if it had been closed was beyond him.
"Heheh, yes Cry, bridal carry me over the threshold!" Felix giggled as Ryan shuffled through the doorway.
"Shut up or I'll drop you on your drunk ass" Ryan grumbled.
"Hey, you're drunk too!" Felix said in defence.
"Compared to you, barely. I'm used to drinking waaaaay more than this, where as you Mr lightweight, have already passed out and tried to molest me over a live feed" Ryan reminded him.
"Don't complain bro~! You just looked so fucking pretty tonight I just wanna molest the crap outta you~" Felix cooed flirtily. Ryan rolled his eyes, pretending he couldn't feel the warm glow in his cheeks at the compliment as he walked Felix to the bed.
"…You still could have waited 'til we were somewhere thousands and thousands of people couldn't hear us though…" Ryan conceded.
"Oh, you mean like here~?" Felix smirked. Ryan just gave Felix a look, and dropped him roughly on the bed. Felix yelped as Ryan's arms fell away and he hit the messy pile of blankets, completely taken by surprise. Ryan giggled at the blurry look of shock on his face.
"Ryan vad fan!" Felix cried with indignation, making Ryan laugh harder. He'd known Felix long enough to know a 'what the fuck' when he heard one.
"Next time, you can crawl up those fucking stairs! Just because I said I very occasionally work out doesn't mean I can carry a 23 year old man up the stairs whenever I want!" Ryan groaned with a small laugh and collapsed onto the bed beside the Swede. "You're just fucking lucky I'm still sober enough to have hand eye coordination…"
"Naww, but if I crawled, how would I have enough energy to kiss you?" Felix said, doing the puppy eyes at Ryan.
"Well you'll have to just live with- wait, kissing? Wha- mmf!" Ryan was cut off with a squeak as Felix grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him to his lips. Caught off guard, Ryan froze as Felix held his front tight, pressing their mouths together beggingly. Felix was drunk still, that much was obvious, Ryan could still taste the vodka on his tongue. To be fair, Ryan was too, but nowhere near as much as the lightweight Swede. Ryan at least was still in control of most of his inhibitions…
"Felix…you're still wasted" Ryan pulled away and reminded him.
"Ssssso?" He slurred in reply slightly.
"I'm not going to take advantage of a drunk guy, I'm not that low" Ryan said firmly.
"What! You're not taking advantage of me you fåne! We would've done this anyway right~" Felix smirked flirtatiously.
"…Probably yeah, but still…I feel wrong about it…" Ryan mumbled.
"Ryan it's fine~ Really! I've been waiting since before we got drunk to do this, a little less English and sense isn't gonna change that" Felix winked.
"But…" Ryan hesitated.
"Pleeeaaaassseeee!" Felix begged.
"…Fine, as long as you're sure" Ryan conceded with a sigh. Felix's eyes lit up like a pair of bright blue flares and giggled a small "Yay!" before pressing his lips against Ryan's again, a little less forcefully this time. Ryan smiled at the Swede's glee and kissed him back gladly, following Felix's still tugging hand. He felt Felix's hand trail along his jawline and softly up into his hair, running his fingers through his locks absentmindedly as he moved his pink lips against Ryan's. Ryan had to suppress a little noise of enjoyment as the gamer's finders stroked through his hair, sending little sweet prickles through his skin. He shifted his body weight a little, just so he could get a better angle at Felix's body, and let his hand rest against Felix's warm throat. He wanted to snicker as he felt Felix's heart racing against his palm, but the questioning tongue that had just stroked his own pulled him up short. Ryan sighed with contentment and let his tongue caress Felix's, warmth spreading through his cheeks at the contact. He loved this. He loved just being able to do this. This simple, heart racing action, was just so…he didn't even know how to begin describing how amazing it felt. The warmth of Felix's body against his, the pounding of his heart, the trail of sparks every little touch from his other left on him…he never wanted this to go away. Ever.
It took a few minutes for Ryan to realise how he was hanging above Felix, the Swede's body pressing against his chest, leaving him in the perfect position to further this… and god did he like it. He liked feeling in charge, in control of what would happen next… it was a really odd turn on. Was this why Felix was teasing him so much the other day? Well damn, now he didn't blame him! Ryan smirked as he began rubbing his palm against Felix's chest, feeling him make a cute little noise of desire in response. Ryan ran his hand all over Felix's shirt, feeling the little erect nub under his fingertips as he stroked the area, earning another little noise from the Swede. Ryan had half a mind to pinch the sensitive nub, but he was fairly certain he'd have a very upset Felix over that, so he consolidated himself by running his finger in a little circle around it instead.
"Mmf!" Felix whimpered, tightening his grip on Ryan's hair. Oddly enough, the sharp little tug turned Ryan on even more. Ryan withheld a soft moan as Felix unconsciously pulled again, slightly harder that before as Ryan rubbed his apparently very sensitive nipple. Ryan didn't realise he had this kink…but damn did he like it.
Ryan eyed the hard bulge in Felix's pants with a smirk. He really had been doing a better job than he'd thought he had been. Ok, granted Felix had been horny already, but Ryan still felt pretty smug about getting him this aroused already. With a little cocky grin, Ryan slid his hand down Felix's chest, across his stomach, and ran his hand across Felix's hardness.
"Nnng, jävla helvete!" Felix groaned and subconsciously spread his legs further apart, arching his back into Ryan's palm. He wasn't even trying to stop all the little mewls coming from his lips as Ryan stroked and rubbed the bulge in the Swede's pyjama pants. It made Ryan's body jitter with desire seeing Felix all uke-y like this, he liked the idea of being his seme…Ryan liked drunk, submissive Felix. He liked him a lot. With Felix's mouth being too busy whimpering to kiss anymore, Ryan began to trail his lips along the soft skin of Felix's neck, feeling the Swede shiver against him in response. He let his tongue trail lightly across just about where Ryan's sensitive spot would be, desperately wanting to suck on the skin hard enough to leave a mark…but seeing as Felix's whole job relied on his face… Ryan instead pulled the collar of Felix's shirt down across his shoulder, running his mouth along Felix's well defined collarbone, and gave his skin a sharp little nip.
"Ah- Ryan ow!" Felix yelped.
"Too hard?" Ryan asked. Felix hesitated before answering.
"Well…not exactly…just the spot was kinda, um, what's the word…soft? No um… Uhg dum jävla engelska…not good with pain right there" Felix babbled.
"Oh, ok…so is there somewhere else I could do it?" Ryan tried not to let a cocky grin slide onto his face.
"…Can…can you do it here?" Felix asked, pointing at a spot between his neck and shoulder bone.
"…Maybe if you ask nicely" Ryan smirked.
"Oh you little hypocrite!" Felix exclaimed indignantly. "You told me off for being an ass and now you go and do it too!"
"Fine, I'll just stop then" Ryan shrugged, beginning to draw his hand away from Felix's hard crotch.
"Ah wait!" Felix grabbed Ryan's hand before it could get away. "D-don't stop!"
"Heheh, alright then, tell me what you want me to do" Ryan grinned smugly.
"Uh, you mean you want me to…you're an asshole Ryan…I…want you to touch me again…and bite my shoulder…please?" Felix begged.
"Hmmm…well, since you asked me so nicely…" Ryan said slowly. He drank in the silent plea coming from Felix's eyes hungrily as the Swede loosened his grip on Ryan's wrist, waiting for Ryan to continue. And Ryan was more than happy to comply. He slowly reached down Felix's front, fingers gracing over the hard lump briefly, before hooking his finger in the elastic of the pyjama pants. Felix attempted not to whimper as Ryan tugged them down his thighs, exposing his already erect length. Just the idea of touching Felix was making Ryan hard…
"Ah mig- Ryan!" Felix gasped as Ryan wrapped his lithe hand around his member and slowly began to run it up and down its heated length. Ryan slowly stroked the Swede's reasonably sized hardness, revelling in every little noise he made in response. The Swede squirmed underneath him, trying hard not to curl up into a little ball as he fidgeted restlessly. Ryan made a soft noise of annoyed arousal as his own pyjamas began to feel unbearably tight, but he didn't want to stop pleasuring the Swedish gamer beneath him for one moment long enough to deal with it. He half hoped Felix would notice for him, but seeing as the Swede's eyes were currently squeezed tightly shut and all he could seem to do was arch his back into Ryan's palm, he didn't hold out much hope on that happening. So, he instead busied himself with laying small kisses against Felix's neck, occasionally letting his tongue lash out against the salty skin. Each time he did so, Felix gave a small little half pant, half moan type noise that sent Ryan's body crazy. He pumped a loose fist around Felix's member, feeling all the muscles respond to the touch as he stroked them harder. Ryan loved the needy way Felix was panting against him, he'd never heard him make such erotic noises before… damn it, drunk Felix was fucking amazing! All the other nights Felix must have been holding back… Ryan was slightly smug to realise that Felix was much more sensitive than he was, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to abuse this knowledge.
Ryan ran his tongue wetly against the apparently sensitive spot Felix had motioned to before, just to confirm he'd got it right. And judging by the little mewl that escaped Felix's mouth, he was spot on. With a smug grin, Ryan scraped his teeth against the youtuber's flesh for a moment, just to make sure Felix knew exactly what he was doing, then roughly clamped his teeth onto his skin. He didn't do it too hard, but he would barely consider this anything close to soft either. Felix's breathing hitched in his throat and let out a strangled groan into Ryan's ear. He couldn't tell if it was a good noise or a bad noise… Crap, did he hurt him? Maybe he did it too hard, he did tend to get a little over excited about things like- Ryan glanced down in surprise as he felt something warm and wet against his hand. A dribble of precum was leaking from Felix's sensitive slit as Ryan pumped him hard, trickling across his sweaty skin stickily. Felix's face was bright red and scrunched up into Ryan's side, breathing in broken, ragged pants. Ryan smirked as he realised Felix's hips were bucking into his hand, thrusting into his fist needily as he quickly rubbed and stroked his aching member. A surge of confidence flooded Ryan as he watched his partner writhe under the pleasure he was giving him, and before he could stop himself, he leant down to Felix's ear and growled, "Does my little Feli like it when I go rough on him eh? Does he like it when I make him squirm?"
Felix's only response was a pitiful little moan. Ryan chuckled and brushed his mouth against Felix's earlobe.
"I take that as a yes then…mmm god I love it when you for me moan like that…" Ryan purred as the swede let out a shivering whine. He smirked as he realised Felix had begun to grind into him just that smidgin harder… so he likes it when I talk dirty to him…hmm…
"Mmm god you're so hard Feli~ You really were desperate weren't you? No wonder you were begging me so much" Ryan teased huskily, giving Felix's length a slow and unhurried stroke. He deliberately slowed his pace, listening smugly as Felix made a groan of distress at the loss of speed. He tried not to laugh as Felix began to thrust his hips into Ryan's hand hard in protest, panting heavily.
"Hmhm, what's the matter Felix? Don't like it when I go slow huh" Ryan taunted.
"Jävla- Ryan för Guds kärlek ska du inte sluta, jag är så nära!" Felix begged in Swedish, voice quivering as Ryan toyed with him. Ryan faintly remembered a few of those words from the other night, and he was pretty sure he knew what they meant.
"Sounds like you're right on the edge aren't you? Just a few little tugs away from cumming all over me like a good little boy…" Ryan took great pleasure in his tease as Felix whined and tried to grind into him harder. "Is that what you want Felix? To cum all over my chest?"
"J…J-jaaa!" Felix moaned loudly. Ryan smirked.
"Ok then…"
Felix shuddered with a gasp as Ryan began to absolutely drill him, pumping his erect length hard and fast in his tight fist. He stroked his partner's shaft furiously, to the point where his arm was actually hurting from the effort of it, but he refused to slow down. He was determined to own this little Swedish boy, dominate him entirely. He wasn't sure why, but the idea of Felix completely under his control like this… it turned him on to no end. He listened to his partner's pants and moans as he stroked his leaking length as hard as he could, ignoring his own desperate need for touch as he watched Felix shiver under his touch. A stab of arousal shot through Ryan as he watched his boyfriend's face contort into a look of absolute pleasure as he jerked him off, dragging him to the brink of climax yet again. He could tell he was only seconds away…
"You gonna cum for me now?" Ryan asked in a husky voice. Felix gave an incredibly shaky nod in reply.
"Well come on then, cum for me bit- uke" Ryan growled in Felix's ear, stopping himself from calling Felix his bitch just in time.
"J-Jä-Jää-Jääää- jävla helveteeee!" Felix cried out as he finally orgasmed. White shot out of his slit as all his muscles clenched tight, splattering across both his own and Ryan's stomach. Ryan bit his lip as he watched Felix spurt against him once, twice, three times, four time… all the while moaning and panting and jerking in little broken movements against Ryan's hand. Ryan had to flinch a little as some of the warm fluid hit him on the cheek to avoid being hit in the eye, past experience of getting cum in the eye had stung like hell and he'd rather not have that happen again. Felix twitched slightly in Ryan's grip as he came down from his high, panting in harsh, shallow breaths. His shirt was covered in wet splotches, along with Ryan's, and he honest to god looked like he was about to pass out again…
"…Åh min Gud…" Felix shivered wearily. Ryan let out a little breathy laugh as he stared at his exhausted partner. The poor guy looked like he was about to fall asleep right then and there, still covered in his own cum…god he looked so fucking hot like that. So lost in his pleasure filled haze, covered in his own seed, face still red and covered in sweat… Ryan groaned as his unbearably tight underwear throbbed heatedly. He glanced at the practically dead Felix, silken flushed skin covered in his own sticky cum… and he couldn't help himself anymore. Ryan pushed his pyjama pants and underwear partway down his thighs, just enough to free his aching erection, and began to stroke himself hard. He sighed shakily with relief as his member finally got the attention it had been desperately seeking, sure it was by his own hand, but right now he really didn't care. He just wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so badly… He let his eyes clench tightly shut as he stroked himself from base to tip.
Ryan moaned softly as he ran his hand up and down his shaft, deliberately making sure he didn't groan too loudly. He didn't want to seem all uke like after treating Felix like his bitch, that'd just be hypercritical. Besides…he wanted to be the seme now, it was so amazingly fun and such a turn on…making Felix moan…watching him writhe under his touch… Ryan gave a soft grunt and began pumping himself harder at the image. He felt his tip secrete a small droplets of pre-cum and deliberately began rubbing along his sensitive slit. The stab of pleasure that spiked his veins made him shiver harshly as he leant against the wall and touched himself. He stroked and rubbed his tingling shaft in quick hard jerks, just wanting to cum as quickly as possible…
Ryan sucked in a sharp breath as something warm and wet ran across his tip. He peeked through his half hooded eyes to see Felix's tongue lapping along the side of his length, letting his mouth run across anywhere Ryan's hand wasn't. Ryan hadn't notice Felix crawl towards him, but his still slightly flushed face was suddenly beside his member, glancing up at him questioningly. Ryan let out a little breathy chuckle.
"Heheh…what are you up to down there?" Ryan asked rhetorically.
"Jag vill bara suga dig…" Felix murmured silkily. Ryan didn't understand a word of that…from hearing it a lot he assumed jag meant I, so he could probably get the gist of what he said though… Ryan begrudgingly stopped touching himself and ran his hand through Felix's hair encouragingly.
"Do it then, don't leave me hanging" He commanded the blonde. Felix smirked through his hazy blue eyes and obeyed without another word. Ryan bit his lip to withhold a groan as Felix took his shaft in his warm hands licked along his slit with his rough tongue. The swede ran his tongue around Ryan's sensitive tip, making Ryan's heart pound hard in his chest. As much as he loved the feeling, Ryan couldn't help but crave more contact… He tried not to, but he couldn't help but send Felix a silent plea for more… Felix let out a little smug moan at Ryan's expression.
"Nng!" Ryan whimpered as Felix wrapped his wet lips around his tip and ran his mouth slowly along his length. He slightly tightened his grip in Felix's hair and had to resist the urge to yank his face right down to the hilt. Felix made a small noise of annoyance as Ryan pulled on his hair, glancing up at him with a glare. Ryan relaxed his grip and tried to reel in some composure. Well, tried. Felix made another little noise of thanks, which vibrated through Ryan's body, nearly making him groan loudly into the contact. Felix began sliding his mouth up and down Ryan's shaft in slightly longer and deeper strokes, sending a spasm of pleasure up the American's spine. Ryan wasn't sure he'd ever get used to how good another person's mouth felt against his shaft, even if they only had oral for a year, it'd still feel just as good…
"Mmf… T-there's a good boy Feli~" Ryan praised him shakily, as if he were talking to a dog. He ran his fingers through the youtuber's silky hair as he sucked him harder, oddly enough responding to the degrading treatment very well. He never expected Felix to like being treated like this, but damn it was hot. Ryan tried to withhold his shiver as he pressed his back further against the headboard, allowing Felix more room to work as he tried to keep his dominant façade. He wanted to keep being all teasing and commanding…but that was hard when Felix was licking and sucking on him so vigorously… Ryan groaned softly as his partner shifted slightly so he could get a better angle, allowing more of Ryan's member to pass through his wet lips. He felt his hips give a small involuntary buck as Felix ran his tongue along the underside of his head, sending a stab of pleasure though his veins. He was slightly ashamed of the little noise that followed it too, but at the same time, he couldn't help but utter another one as the Swede did it again. Another small jerk went through his hips as Felix deliberately gave a particularly hard suck, causing the gamer to give a half surprised grunt as Ryan thrusted into him. Ryan tried to calm himself down, to not whimper and grind into Felix's face again, but it wasn't an easy task. Retaining dignity was hard… wait, I can turn this around. Just talk dirty or something, make it seem like you're in control of this again…just…
"…Ah-… Tha-that's right Feli~ J-just like that~" Ryan moaned huskily, stroking his hand through the youtuber's silky hair as it played between his thighs. To Ryan's surprise, Felix gave a little shaky groan and shivered into his burning body. And was Ryan imagining it, or was Felix licking just that little bit more friskily? Ryan watched through hooded eyes as his partner ran his lips back and forth across his hard length, sending a rush of heat through his body. Another little jerk passed through the American's body as Felix sucked him, unable to stop it once again. And to be honest, Ryan didn't care anymore. He didn't even bother trying to stop his body from bucking into the Swede's face, the stabs of pleasure rushing through his veins was the only thing he could concentrate on.
Ryan blinked in surprise as Felix began to change his position, shuffling his arm underneath his body. He smirked and let out a breathy chuckle as he watched Felix begin to touch himself again, letting out a feeble moan into Ryan's crotch.
"Y-you really are desperate a-aren't you?" Ryan smirked as he watched Felix's eyes crinkle at the corners with pleasure. Felix's only reply was a small, broken groan.
"…You look so fffffucking hot when you do that" Ryan slurred slightly as he spoke. Felix gave him a quick glance, icy blue eyes hazy and dilated, and flashed him a tiny little smirk before going back to work on Ryan's shaft. A shudder rippled through Ryan's body as he edged closer and closer to his release, but seeing Felix touching himself, trying so hard to catch up to Ryan, he clenched his muscles tight and resisted the urge. Just for a few minutes... Ryan's pants filled the small room as he refrained from allowing the pent up orgasm to escape his body, shamefully aware of the little whimpers coming from his lips and the amount of precum he could feel trickling from his slit as Felix eagerly lapped them up. He honestly had half a mind to ask Felix if he was getting close, maybe even tell him to hurry up…but that'd just be mean. So Ryan just busied himself with stroking down Felix's soft neck, groping his muscular and well defined shoulders with a shaking hand.
"Ahh…mmf…f-fucking h-h-hell!" Ryan gasped as Felix changed his tongue strokes, giving extra long, caring strokes around his sensitive tip. "You- ah- I can-aaahh Felix I'm gonna c-cum if you keep doing that!"
Felix made another small noise of arousal at Ryan's words, much to his smug satisfaction, and slowed down just that tiniest bit. He watched thankfully as Felix began toughing himself harder, but at the same time Ryan wasn't 100% sure he'd make it until Felix was ready. Sure Felix had slowed down, but he was just so close…and Felix's mouth felt so good…
"Fe…I don't…I can't…hold iiiiit" Ryan whimpered, panting heavily, shaking and shivering as he desperately tried to stop himself from coming… Ryan gasped as Felix suddenly sucked him hard and fast, stroking his tongue against all of the most sensitive spots along his shaft as hard as he could. He couldn't stop himself.
"Uh-ah-ahhh-fuh-aaaAAAHH!" Ryan cried out in pleasure as he finally reached his limit. All his muscles clenched tightly as his length constricted, shooting the pent up liquid from his slit. Ryan's grip on Felix's hair tightened as he unintentionally forced his face as far as he could get it into his crouch, making the Swede yelp in protest as Ryan began to cum hard into his mouth. Ryan moaned and jerked his hips as his member spurted hard multiple times into Felix's mouth, the still surprised Swede unable to contain it all without choking and allowing it to leak from the side of his mouth. Not that Ryan could really care at the moment, his mind was completely blank of everything except the immense pleasure as he orgasmed hard. He shivered and jerked, convulsing as he rode the wave of ecstasy flooding his body like a surge of electricity, sending all his nerves haywire. He gave one last shuddering moan as he began to come down from his high, relaxing his vice like grip on Felix's head, collapsing back against the headboard exhausted. Felix pulled away, face covered in Ryan's cum, and coughed violently.
"Ryan din slyna, vad i h-helvete!" Felix snarled in Swedish, voice slightly shaky as he choked. Ryan gave an exhausted laugh, not understanding the words but getting the general idea.
"Sorry Feli…I couldn't help my…myself" Ryan panted, rubbing Felix on the head in apology. Felix glared at him for a moment, but couldn't keep it up as he slowly began to continue stroking himself. Ryan watched Felix shiver at his own touch, slowly sliding from his position against his thigh and onto his side, pumping his own length hard. The Swede was softly moaning to himself, mewling as his palm stroked his sensitive shaft in quick jerks. Ryan watching on in tired interest, half wondering if he should help him again or let him finish himself…
"Ehhnnnnggg jävlaaa~" Felix moaned in surprise as Ryan pushed his hands aside and replaced them with his own once again. Ryan chuckled as the swede fell apart in his hands all over again, curling back into Ryan's side as he jerked him off again hard. At least this time he had some sort of lubrication for the Swede, Felix was still sticky from before and dripping enough to slide his hand easily against his skin.
"I can't believe you're already about to… to cum again… how did you even get hard again so fast~" Ryan teased, still breathing heavily as his heart tried to calm down from its erratic beats. Felix couldn't reply, only whimpering slightly and pressing himself closer to Ryan. His prickly stubble rubbed against Ryan's collar bone as Felix's face squirmed against him, shaking as Ryan stroked him quickly with his firm fist. He smirked and began to softly lick the smooth bit of skin between his ear and his firm jaw, listening to the little mewl purring from Felix's throat in response.
"Well hurry up then…" Ryan murmured, scraping his teeth across his already reddened skin. "C…cum for me again…"
Once again, Felix obeyed. He shivered violently into Ryan's palm, giving a few erratic thrusts of his hips before crying out in pleasure. Again, the milky coloured liquid spurted against Felix's shirt in a big wet splotch, not as much as he'd done before but still a decent amount. He jerked and groaned as Ryan finished him off again, shaking weakly as the last of his strength was sapped. Ryan continued to rub his shaft, watching as Felix's cum splattered across his chest, reaching all the way up to his neck…
"FAN!" Felix yelped as his cum hit him in the face. Ryan tried not to laugh as Felix rubbed his eye furiously, still shivering violently. He drew his hands off of the Swede's now spent member and snickered as Felix cradled his left eye, trying to wipe the sticky liquid off the area.
"Hmhmhm! You ok the Felix?" Ryan asked, barely withholding his laughter as Felix whined now for a different reason.
"Jag fick den i mitt jävla öga!" He hissed with pain, spitting the Swedish as he sat up and covered his face.
"Still don't speak Berwald, Feli, translate please" Ryan asked him. Felix stared at him for a few confused moments, before understanding what he meant.
"Oh…I said I got it in my fucking eye… It hurts!" He complained, still rubbing his face hard. Ryan snickered, running his hand across the blonde's cheek comfortingly.
"Let me see" Ryan smiled tiredly. Felix nodded softly, moving his hand away from his face so Ryan could get a good look. Ryan leant Felix's head back, seeing the slightly pink tinge in his normally shining orbs.
"Awh, it's not too bad…might be a little pink tomorrow though…" Ryan told him, trying not to let his grin from breaking across his cheeks.
"Fan…damn it…" Felix sighed, blinking his eye furiously. Ryan giggled softly and kissed him on his eyelid.
"There there, it should stop hurting soonish…" Ryan reassured him, kissing him again softly on his smooth pink lips
"Jag är så jävla dum ibland…" Felix moaned, falling back onto the bed beside Ryan, laying an ashamed hand over his face. Ryan shook his head and chuckled.
"Just sleep it off sweetie…" He said softly, stroking Felix's hand soothingly. Felix gave a weak little nod, not bothering to answer. It looked like he'd be asleep in a moment whether he'd want to or not…
"…Ryan…when I drink, I sometimes get nightmare…" He moaned softly.
"Well don't worry Feli, I'll protect you from Masky" Ryan smiled, running a hand through Felix's soft hair.
"…Who?" Felix asked softly.
"You know, Masky from Marble Hornets?" Ryan blinked. Felix slowly shook his head, not understanding.
"You haven't seen Marble Hornets?" Ryan asked in surprise. Felix shook his head again.
"Huh…remind me to make you do that later" Ryan said.
"Jag är nog inte- I mean, I'm probably not going to remember most of this so…" Felix trailed away, eyes trying their hardest not to close as his body began to slip into unconsciousness.
"It's ok, I will…mostly…just go to sleep Felix, I'll take care of you" Ryan promised him.
"Tack…" Felix muttered softly, voice little more than a slur now. Ryan let out a single huff of laughter and stroked his hand across Felix's prickly face, watching the swede already dropping off into dreams like a stone into water.
"I'll clean this mess up…" Ryan sighed, reaching across the bed for the box of tissues that seemed to now be a permanent fixture of the place. He plucked a few from the box and slowly began to wipe all the sticky mess off of Felix's skin, who was either tethering on the edge of sleep or just deliberately ignoring Ryan's touch on his shirt. He cleaned the Swede as gently as he could, listening to his soft breathing beginning to deepen into a calm rhythm, face slowly easing out of its crease as he drifted off. Sometimes Ryan seriously forgot this guy was younger than him, both age wise and mental wise…
Ryan shook his head as Felix began to softly snore, a noise he only made when he'd fallen asleep in a stupid position. And to be fair, it was a pretty stupid position. He was flat on his back, cute pyjama pants still sitting halfway down his legs, exposing his skin to the chilly air. His hand was still lying over his face, although how he'd managed to fall asleep like that was just beyond Ryan…he couldn't even sleep on his back, let alone in this position! Maybe getting the poor man this drunk wasn't that smart…but on the other hand, he was glad as fuck he did. Felix turns into such a s... no, I'm not calling him a slut, that's mean. He's just…overly affectionate…towards dicks… Ryan snickered at his own thought as he tossed the used tissues onto the bedside table, gathering a few new clean ones to wipe himself off. Thankfully, he'd only had a tiny amount of the sticky liquid dribbled onto him, most of it not even his own. He quickly dabbed himself off as clean as he could before chucking the tissue aside, pulling his pants back up and setting his loose shirt back into place. His hoodie was still a little damp, but he supposed he could live with it. It wasn't the first time he'd got it all over himself, but usually he changed his top afterwards…but Ryan was too lazy and sleepy to be bothered getting up to fine another one, so he'd just have to put up with it.
Ryan glanced at the bed, seeing the blanket pinned under Felix's body, and wondered if he could actually move the Swede without waking him up. Unless he was passed out drunk, then he wouldn't have to worry… Ryan gently poked the youtuber in the stomach, seeing if he'd stir… not a sound. He's passed out again…I shouldn't have given him so much to drink, he's going to be in so much pain tomorrow… Ryan roughly yanked Felix's pants into place, knowing it wouldn't disturb the Swede in the slightest from his comatose state. At least the blue material covered in the cute little cows was easily maneuverable over his slightly sweaty skin. Felix just continued to snore obnoxiously as Ryan yanked the blankets out from under him, not responding in the slightest to being nearly rolled off the bed. Ryan grabbed onto Felix before he could roll off however, he wasn't that cruel. Thankfully though, as Ryan laid him out on his side the way he would usually sleep, the overly loud snoring quietened to a bearable rush of breath against his ear. Ryan sighed with a small smile as he pulled the blankets up over himself and the swede, making sure it covered him completely so he wouldn't freeze during the night. Well…technically it was afternoon still…oh close enough. They'd probably end up sleeping for ages anyway, or at least Ryan would. He could sleep for a ridiculous amount of time. One time he went to bed at four in the morning and didn't wake up again until five thirty in the afternoon. Felix he had no idea, he'd never actually asked about when he sleeps…it probably would sounded creepy before now anyway…
Ryan dragged the covers up over his head, so his ears were under the blanket, and snuggled up beside Felix. He wasn't sure why, but he had this weird thing where he didn't feel comfortable sleeping unless the blankets covered his ear. It made it a little difficult to share the bed, but Felix was practically comatose and probably won't be yanking the blankets around anyway. Even though he knew Felix wouldn't really feel it, Ryan let his fingers brush the silky strands of hair that had fallen across eyes in a messy pattern. He tucked the sandy blonde strands off to the side, smiling at the droopy look on the Swede's face, and lightly kissed the unconscious boy on the cheek.
"N'night Felix…" He whispered to him softly, not caring that it wouldn't even be heard. Ryan snuggled up to him, so their skin was just brushing each other, and laid a tentative hand against Felix's side as it softly rose and fell with his breath. For a moment, he thought it was funny that they were actually falling asleep at 2 in the afternoon like old people…but the calming pull of Ryan's eyelids as his mind swirled was way too strong to ignore. We are going to be so fucking sick tomorrow…
…
"Ok, so Ken, you distract the ones on the right, Matt, the left, I'll tackle the big ass mother F'ers in the middle. Ok?" Ryan asked the people around him. Ken, in his silly bear hat that was slightly stained with his yellow blood, grinned wickedly and nodded, the prospect of the fight bringing out a side to his friend Ryan didn't know existed. Matt gave a short "Sure thing", wiping the lime green blood…no wait, he hates it being called that. It's more of a yellow-green colour, apparently lime brings back bad memories for him…oh well, he wiped the yellow-green blood from the scratch against his forehead and gripped his axe tightly, ready for the signal to go. Felix was still hiding somewhere, Ryan didn't have enough time to check where. For a cerulean blood, he sure was a wimp sometimes…and to think he's higher up on the spectrum that us three… Light and Ryuzaki were god knows where, they'd disappeared as soon as all this shit started going down… It was nice to know the two highest blood colours here just up and left all the danger to the lowbloods, so kind of them to use their strength and stuff to help with the fact there were zombies everywhere, trying to destroy their makeshift hive. For bluebloods, this was kinda ridiculous… They're probably sucking on each other's horns again trying to fill up buckets…fucking damn it…now of all times and they decide to go mega kismesis on each other…or are they Matesprites again now? God, they're the most confusing couple ever…
Ryan gripped the base of his sword tightly as he finally gave the signal, smiling with glee at the prospect of the plethora of rainbow blood he was about to spill with this blade. Ken snarled viciously, baring his sharp teeth and claws as blue and red sparks flared from his fingertips. Even the bear hat had sparks erupting from its beady eyes. Matt chuckled sadistically cracking his knuckles loudly as he eyed off the infected creatures shambling towards them. Ryan gripped the hilt of his weapon, and with a cry, charged towards the vicious, moaning creatures. The infected trolls, unaware of their impending demise, continued to growl and moan like animals as the few survivors of the plague descended upon them. Red and blue psychic bolts charged past Ryan's head, slamming into the zombefied trolls hard, reducing them into nothing more than smouldering piles of rotten meat and tainted multi-coloured blood. Ryan was always impressed by Ken's power, for someone so low on the spectrum, he was practically more powerful than any of them until he got exhausted. Ryan swung his sword in a swift arch, cleaving the head of the closet zombie clean from its shoulders, splattering him in its dull, rotten brown blood. Ryan had to remind himself not to lick what might have been once delicious chocolaty coloured blood, remembering what had happened to Mark for accidentally drinking the liquid…poor guy… The head went flying back into the crowd, horn piercing the skull of another zombie troll just behind it, killing it instantly. That was lucky. Ryan glanced over to Matt, whose axe was already buried deep into the chest of what may have once been a beautiful young troll, gurgling around the steel as it continued to try and attack Matt even though its body was destroyed. Ryan went back to his own fight and drove his blade right to the hilt into the throat of a rather young troll, rusty blood seeping from its grey skin, and twisted. It gave one last violent spasm before Ryan kicked its body aside to drown in its own blood, turning to face the oncoming hoard.
"Uhg, Ryan cover me!" Ken called, holding the side of his head as he swayed sickeningly. Ryan gave a small groan of annoyance and fell back to his friend's side. While Ken was powerful, he tended to go too hard on himself and made himself sick by using up all of his energy at once… Ryan slashed at a zombie that was trying to close itself in on himself and Ken, listening to its death yowl with satisfaction as he sliced its head in two.
"Thanks man" Ken panted, smiling tiredly at Ryan with gratitude.
"No problem, we've gotta all stick together if we wanna l-live!" Ryan faulted a moment to lash out at another snarling creature, then helped steady Ken with his free hand.
"Uhuh…still…" Ken said softly.
"Seriously, no biggie. Just breathe and get those powers back man" Ryan told him. Ken nodded, trying not to lean on Ryan as his legs wobbled. Ryan almost wanted to force him to sit, but the impending wall of zombies distracted him as he cut and sliced through flesh and bone, staining the ground with the rainbow of blood from each fallen monster. Matt was still carving his way through anything that got within arm's length on him with surprising speed, gloved fingers gripping the axe tightly as he ploughed through them all. His black shirt was practically covered in colourful splotches, his red and black undershirt nearly soaked to the elbow with the tainted blood. He sure hoped Matt remembered to keep it out of his mouth…
Ryan jumped as red and blue sparks flew past his face and practically exploded a zombie he hadn't noticed was about to slash him with its long black claws. Ken fell to his knees and panted, hands and eyes still slightly smouldering from the exertion. Ryan had been this close to being bitten…
"Cheers man!" Ryan half laughed as his heart hammered with the knowledge he could have just been killed.
"No…problem" Ken wheezed, still smiling. Ryan gave him an appreciative pat on the head, feeling Ken's pointy sharp horns against his palm, then returned to protecting his friend even more fiercely than ever.
Ryan slashed and cut and killed mercilessly as the creatures tried to force their way closer to the barricade, protecting their hive the most important thing to them right now. But whatever Felix had done to attract the damn things must have worked way too well, the sea of torn and broken bodies descending upon the entrance to their makeshift campsite seemed to be endless from where Ryan was standing… This is the last damn time I'm letting him out to get supplies by himself… He wondered if that was where Light and Ryuzaki were, trapped somewhere on the outside fighting their way back in? Or watching from a distance letting them die… Uhg if only they hadn't been separated from the other group! If they had the numbers like they used to, they'd be able to take all these rotten creatures out easily! But with just him, Matt and Ken…
An arrow came sailing through the air above all their heads, driving into the skull of a zombified troll as it tried to climb over their last barricade and splattering the wood with contaminated jade green blood. Ryan glanced around, and to his absolute delight, saw Felix standing on the big rocks beside their hive, gleaming blue bow and arrow in hand as he lined up another shot. He had to admire the ripple of muscles as he drew his arm back and release the shot, taking out a zombie that had been closing in on Matt with a surprising ease.
"Fucking finally! Decided to come join us at last?" Ryan shouted up at him over the snarls and groans of the walking dead.
"Oh shut up, I know I'm a big wuss" Felix half laughed back as he fired off another sharp arrow from his quiver.
"Try giant…" Ken laughed breathlessly, shooting another small bolt of sparks at the hoard of zombies.
"Hey, I'm here now so shush your face little horn!" Felix told him, notching up another arrow.
"My horns are just fine Mr. Head Spikes!" Ken pouted. Ryan just shook his head with a chuckle. Even now the found something to argue about…
"Oi, blue-y, how many arrow's you got?" Matt called up to him, barely glancing away from the carnage he was creating.
"Oh, um, I have twelve left…" Felix told him. "Now eleven"
"Ken, you got enough energy to grab them quickly?" Matt asked over his shoulder.
"I can try…" Ken said, trying to stand up again. Ryan helped him up and continued to stab his blade deep into the oncoming creatures as Ken focused his mind. After a few seconds, Ken stretched his hands out, palm pulled taunt, and opened his sparking blue and red eyes with a snap. Ryan decapitated another zombie that was attempting to grab at Ken, watching the fellow troll use the sparking psychic power to grab all the fallen arrows from the blood stained ground. At least fourteen arrows shot back up into the air, so they hovered above everyone's heads, and with a flick of his wrists, Ken made them fly back beside Felix and dropped them to the floor. Ken's body did similar, panting and shaking again as he crumpled in on himself.
"Thanks bro" Felix grinned as he plucked the bloodied arrows from the ground and slotted them back into his half empty quiver.
"Not at…all man" Ken shook, panting hard.
"Fuck…uh, guys, problem here!" Matt shouted. Ryan turned to look at him…his heart sank. Their barrier was now lying under the feet of the zombies as they tore it apart, releasing the swarm onto their supposed safe haven in their dozens.
"Oh shit!" Ryan exclaimed. "Everyone, back inside!"
"What are we going to do!" Felix cried out.
"Get to the basement, we'll seal it shut and find out where those damn tunnels go!" Ryan commanded them all.
"But what about the others?" Ken asked.
"If they haven't found us by now, they're already dead" Matt said unsympathetically. Ken winced at the certainty in his voice.
"If they're still alive, they'll find us. I promise" Ryan reassured the honey blood, grabbing him around the shoulders and forcing him to his feet.
"Now, GET INSIDE!"
Everyone immediately began to scramble for the hive entrance, Ken still attempting to shoot his psychic beams at the incoming zombies even as Ryan dragged him along roughly. Ryan would love to believe that the others were safe, and that they'll find them again, but even before the outbreak trolls murdered each other daily…yes, there was the chance everyone was perfectly fine, but still… all they could hope for is that the basement would keep these snarling beasts from tearing them apart. Felix, who had practically been next to the door anyway, fire off a few last shots before kicking the door open and dragging Matt inside, who, oddly enough, was stumbling slightly. Ryan was just about to throw Ken through the doorway too, when he fell to the ground in a huff.
"Ken! Come on, get up!" Ryan cried, grabbing Ken by the arm and trying to drag him across the threshold.
"…N…no… get back" Ken wheezed, shouldering away Ryan hand.
"Ken come on man! What are you doing?!" Felix called at him, eyes wide with fear and desperation.
"I said get back!" Ken snarled. The seriousness in Ken's voice made Ryan stumble backwards, staring at his friend in incomprehension.
"Get in the basement, find the others…just run…I'll find you again if I can…" Ken told the all, looking up at them all with his big brown eyes.
"Ken what are you…" Matt couldn't even finish his sentence, his voice was shaking too much.
"Just trust me…" Ken told them.
"But…" Ryan said softly.
"Ryan…please go… I can do this…but uh…just in case I don't make it…I want you all to know how much you all mean to me… I wouldn't be alive without you all. And Ryan…I never told you this but…I've always liked you. I know you and Felix are Matesprites, and I know I'm just a stupid lowblood, but I just wanted you to know that I've always felt flushed towards you. Felix, you better goddamn look after him. Now. Get. The hell. Inside" Ken smiled to himself, glancing away as a yellow tinted tear formed in his eye.
"Ken…" Ryan whispered. A pained expression passed over Ken momentarily, before Ryan felt a force grab his body and fling him, along with everyone else through the door. Ken's eyes were glowing bright blue and red and he laughed again, slamming the door shut and locking it with his mind. He completely ignored everyone else's cries begging him to stop as he turned to face the oncoming hoard, still smiling like an idiot. Ryan was frozen, heart pounding too hard to form the words swirling in his mind as he watched his best friend stand resolute against the impending wall of death, no traces left of the fear that had once plagued him…
Ryan heard, as if through water, Felix banging fruitlessly on the door, begging Ken to stop. Matt was yelling something too, but Ryan couldn't make out the words over his hammering heart. He couldn't hear anything over the booming in his ears as he watched sparks beginning to flow across Ken's ashen skin, crackling with energy as Ken already began to wobble where he stood. If he really goes through with this…his body won't be able to take it… Teal tears began to form in Ryan's orange tinted eyes as Ken began to whimper in pain, the charge emitting form his body beginning to grow brighter, sparking wildly as he began to draw all the power and energy from his own body.
"Ken stop please! You're going to kill yourself!" Felix cried, cerulean leaking across his ashy cheeks as he tried to force the door open. Ryan silently grabbed Felix's raised fist as he tried to break down the door, making him pause. Felix struggled against him, still crying out to his best friend, fruitlessly begging and pleading for him to stop. But Ryan knew there was no point. There was no turning back now… Ken began to shriek with pain as the psychic energy flowing from his body reached a new height, spikes of crimson and blue shooting from the ground around him, even making the zombefied trolls pause. Felix tried to shove Ryan's hand away from him, but Ryan only grabbed him around the chest, pinning his dainty grey arms under his own, and crushed him in his iron grip
"Ryan let me go! We've gotta stop him! Let go!" Felix begged, tears staining his face as he struggled against his iron grip.
"Felix…" Ryan spoke in barely more than a whisper. "It's too late…"
"NO! RYAN PLEASE LET ME GO I CAN STOP HIM!" Felix shrieked in denial. Ryan winced as Felix kicked out at him, narrowly avoiding hitting him right in the nook, but didn't loosen his grip on the struggling troll in the slightest. Matt sighed, wiping the lime coloured tears from his eyes, and gently laid a hand on Felix's shoulder.
"Felix…just stop…" He murmured. For a moment, Felix looked as if he was about to try and bite Matt's hand as hard as he could…but as Ken's screams picked up suddenly in pitch, he just slumped into Ryan's arms with a sob. Ryan looked at Ken, whose back was arched with pain as blue and red shot from his eyes, screaming with agony as his body rejected the energy it was expelling. Ryan felt nothing but admiration and respect for the yellow blooded troll as the light began to burn into his eyes, sparks flying through the air as giant bolts of charge emanated from Ken's body in scorching arcs. There was no coming back from this. Ryan felt Felix's tears against his skin and hugged him tight, the shivering troll breaking down on his arms like a lost grub without a lusus. Ryan shielded his eyes as Ken screamed one last time, a blinding flash of light washing their bodies as-
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Ryan was roughly dragged from his sleep as the covers were randomly torn off him, blasting him with the chilly night air. Or at least he assumed it was night, he was too groggy to really think about it. He flinched at the sudden cold and wearily blinked open his eyes in just enough time to see his partner staggering out the door hastily. God fucking damn it! Every time I have a good dream someone has to wake me up! Ryan groaned with disappointment. Now how was he supposed to know what would have happened? Maybe Ken would have made it, or maybe the other two came back just in time to save him, or… The bathroom door slamming open dragged Ryan out of his sleep ridden thoughts. Oh…oh crap he's being sick! Ryan crawled out of the bed, feeling gross and sluggish as his body protested to movement, and winced as he became aware of the dull throb in his head. He knew he'd have a hangover when he woke up…but still…as Ryan clambered out of the bed, he had to steady himself on the bedside table to stop himself from falling right back over. His head pounded, not as badly as it did when he was a heavy drinker, but enough to hurt… at least he didn't feel sick sick?
A horrible heaving noise from the bathroom however told Ryan he was just the lucky one this time. Ryan steadied himself, ignoring the pounding in his head, and staggered out of the doorway. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, managing to find his balance, and walked down the hallway to the half open door the coughing and wheezing was coming from. Ryan poked his head through the doorway and saw Felix kneeling in front of the toilet, pressing his face against the cold bathroom tiles as he coughed again, shaking violently.
"…Don't…come in here" Felix said, voice quivering as he tried not to throw up again. And was Ryan imagining it, or did it sound like he had tears in his eyes?
"Awh sweetie" Ryan said with concern, ignoring Felix's hoarse whimper of protest. Felix turned around to say something, eyes red and puffy against his sickly pale, gaunt face, but a moment of panic flooded his eyes and he quickly turned back to face the bowl and heaved into it. Although the sound absolutely disgusted Ryan, he quickly rushed over and pulled Felix's shaggy blonde hair back off his face. He ignored the sound and smell as Felix broke off his vomiting with another painful wet cough, because if he didn't Ryan might end up doing the same thing. Felix shook violently as he spat into the toilet, breathing in harsh pants as Ryan rubbed his back as comfortingly as he could. After a moment, Felix slumped back to the floor, utterly exhausted.
"Feeling a little better?" Ryan asked worriedly.
"Vad ... det ut som?" Felix replied sarcastically. Ryan assumed he said something along the lines of 'what's it look like?'.
"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have let you drink that much…" Ryan apologised, hugging Felix's quaking form.
"…I was the retard that kept doing it, not your fault…entirely…" Felix groaned, mainly at his own stupidity than anything else.
"True…are you all good now or do you think you'll-" Ryan was cut off be Felix's hurried motion to make it back to the toilet, vomiting once again into the ceramic bowl. "-Ok never mind!"
Ryan went back to rubbing Felix's back as soothingly as he could, ignoring the throbbing in his head as Felix heaved again, his entire body convulsing with the force of it. Ryan whispered little soft words of comfort in his ears, hoping the sweet nothings might make him feel just that tiniest bit better.
"Shh shh, it's ok. You'll feel a little better once it's all out and done with" He murmured softly to the Swede as he trembled, coughing and spitting as he finally stopped heaving for the third time.
"Snälla döda mig..." Felix groaned, sniffing slightly as his eyes watered.
"Better?" Ryan asked.
"Nej… my head is going to explode…" Felix croaked, sliding back to the cold tiles in a heap of deflated skin and cloth. Ryan reached across and flushed the toilet, not looking at it just in case it made him sick too. Felix was actually rather lucky in that he had gotten all of it in the bowl, so there was barely any mess at all. And the tiny amount there was Ryan could clean up for him later, when his brain wasn't on fire. He grabbed a lump of toilet paper and passed it to Felix, who gratefully took it and wiped his mouth off, still pale as a ghost as his body trembled. He gave a little sniff, as if trying to get something out of his nose, then spat into the toilet one last time before Ryan flushed the spit and the paper away. Ryan smiled slightly as Felix shivered, sitting down properly beside the nauseous Swede and lightly pulling him into his lap. Felix went without complain, crawling into Ryan's lap and collapsing into his embrace with exhaustion, groaning slightly as his head continued to throb. Ryan leant forward and place a little kiss on his sweaty forehead, wrapping his arms gently around the younger man's chest.
"We'll go back to bed once you feel a little better, ok?" Ryan told his, rubbing his face against Felix's hair affectionately.
"…I don't think I'll ever be better…why the fuck aren't you sick too" Felix glared.
"Because I'm used to it" Ryan said.
"Still…" Felix pouted.
"I used to drink way more than this at one point…" Ryan reminded him. "But my head is still killing me…"
"Good…"Felix groaned. Ryan gave a small huff and just kissed Felix's soft sandy blonde hair again.
"You're mean" Ryan laughed softly.
"You're mean!" Felix retorted childishly. "If my brain doesn't kill me first, I'm going to strangle you!"
"Kinky" Ryan winked.
"Oh my god shut up…" Felix groaned. Ryan chuckled again before reaching across to his medicine bag and rummaging around in it. He pushed his anti-depressants aside, his Band-Aids, alcohol swabs, shaving razors, travel tissues…until he eventually found the green box of fast acting, double strength Panadol. He was sooo glad he'd decided to buy a packet at the duty free store along with the vodka, he hadn't been expecting to need them so soon, or to be feeding them to Felix, but he was glad he'd had the foresight to buy it just in case he binged… Ryan popped four of the little pills out of the case, hoping they were as fast acting as they claimed to be, and peered into Felix's bathroom cupboard to see if he had a cup for the Swede.
"Uhg…why are you taking those already?" Felix asked, sunken eyes dull with sickness.
"Oh, it's Panadol, not my meds" Ryan explained. "Helps with hang overs"
"Gimme" Felix demanded straight away, voice still shaking somewhat. Ryan found a small glass under the sink and filled it with water, figuring Felix's throat was too sore to swallow the little green and white pills dry. Felix gratefully took the glass and popped the pills into his mouth, swallowing them slowly with a mouthful of water as his body trembled. Ryan filled his palm with water, threw the pills onto his tongue, and gulped them down with the small mouthful of liquid. He sighed as they went down, slightly regretting the amount of alcohol he'd consumed.
"They should set in in like ten or so minutes, but it'll take a while for all the pain to go away…" Ryan told the Swede, stroking his back as he gulped down the last of the glass of water.
"Ok then… Om jag inte älskar dig, skulle jag döda dig för det här..."
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Ryan finally managed to drag the still pale Felix back to bed, whose eyes still had huge dark circles under them and looked half dead, and drew the blankets up over him. Felix gave a half-hearted "Thanks" and groggily snuggled up against Ryan leg as he scribbled across his black note book once again, black rimmed glasses perched on his nose in a way he hoped look at least slightly elegant. Reading his own writing hurt his eyes and made his head pulse even more, but there's no way in hell he was going to forget that damn dream.
I grabbed Felix to make him stop hurling himself against the door. He shouted at me and tried to kick me in the nook. Matt came over and asked him to stop as well. Felix calmed down and started to cry into me. Ken used his powers, even though he was in pain, and unleashed it against the zombie trolls. Felix woke me up before I could find out what happened.
"Why do you write stuff like that down anyway? I still don't really get it" Felix asked, watching Ryan write the final line with a small little flick. Ryan chuckled and snapped the book closed, placing it neatly on the bedside table.
"Well, I like writing. And dreams are the best places to get ideas from. Even if it's technically fanfiction, which is what this story would be if I wrote it. Also, I like being able to remember good dreams. Dreams are some of the best memories I have. And when I get really bored or lonely and the computer just isn't working, it's a nice thing to think about… sorry, that probably sounds really stupid" Ryan laughed, glancing away with embarrassment.
"Nonono I kinda get it! I love sleeping so long just because of the great things I dream about. Even if they don't make sense. Like, just the other night I had this really nice dream. It didn't even mean anything, it was more or less just us hanging around in this field I used to love going to back in Sweden. We just sort of messed around, I thought something about how nice it was to be free, played with your curl, then we watched the sunset. I think you also told me off for calling your manga thingie a comic book" Felix recited, stretching his mind to try and remember it all.
"Sounds like something I would definitely do" Ryan snickered.
"Ahah. Well, other than that, all I really did was stare at you in your cute little outfit and watch the sunset" Felix shrugged.
"Really? What was I wearing then?" Ryan asked.
"Urm…a long sleeved thin shirt, kinda like your grey one, but it was red and black striped. The stripes were nice and wide too. And then your usual jeans. You also still had your glasses on I think" Felix told him.
"So…you dreamt about me cosplaying as my favourite Death Note character then" Ryan laughed.
"Huh?" Felix blinked.
"Matt from Death Note, the same Matt I just had the dream about, he wear that red and black top and jeans. I think his jeans are blue though, but still, close enough" Ryan grinned. His favourite characters were even beginning to invade Felix's dreams!
"…I haven't actually seen that show" Felix said softly.
"Oh my god really? Why haven't you seen any of my shows! This is last night all over again…"Ryan sighed, face palming slightly.
"…What did we talk about last night?" Felix asked with embarrassment.
"You don't remember what happened last night?" Ryan asked with surprise.
"Uhg, I don't remember yesterday at all very much… lets see… we played…Nether? We played…something…we did the drinking game…uhg…there was pizza wasn't there? And then…oh god, I asked if the pizza guy was cute over the stream didn't I?" Felix groaned, hiding his face with shame.
"Uhuh, you most certainly did" Ryan smirked.
"And then…I fucking started flirting with you in Swedish oh my god! Anyone who spoke Swedish would know what I was saying crap! I'm such a retard!" Felix whined with mortification.
"Uh, actually, it was in English. All of it" Ryan reminded him.
"…Fuck!" Felix swore. Ryan snickered at Felix's humiliation, he knew Felix would be distraught when he remembered and to be honest, it was kinda funny.
"I don't think anyone would've taken it seriously, other than the old diehard pewdiecry shippers. The old bro army dies hard" Ryan said, wondering how many were even left now that Felix was different…
"Still…ngg my head hurts so fucking much… well, then I passed out…woke up to you carrying me…heh, I convinced you to touch me…I gave you, uh, what was that word you used again? Fel…Felano…Fellicimo…Fellate…" Felix struggled, just making Ryan laugh harder.
"F-felano? What th-the shit did you do to S-Stephano ahaha!" Ryan cackled.
"Nothing! Stephano is just fine in Brennanburg castle thank you very much! How would I even suck off a statue?" Felix pouted.
"I don't know, ask the old Brophano shippers" Ryan smirked.
"Ask the what? People shipped me with Stephano?" Felix asked in surprise.
"People shipped you with the fucking barrel Felix! It was more a kismesis kinda relationship but sti-" "You like Homestuck?!" Felix interrupted him with a start.
"Uh, yeah? You know Homestuck?" Ryan blinked.
"Are you kidding me? I fucking love Homestuck! I just haven't caught up yet because I kinda forgot about it, but Karkat was the best thing ever! He was- ow" Felix chirped happily, breaking off as his head throbbed painfully once again.
"Karkat was great, he's one of my favourite trolls. But my number one is always going to be Gamzee" Ryan grinned.
"Heh, of course you pick the insane, murderous, pot head" Felix chuckled.
"Honk honk motherfucker" Ryan growled, hugging the swede at his side as he mimicked how he thought Gamzee would have sounded.
"What act are you on?" Felix asked, allowing the American to squeeze him even though his head ached as if someone had hit it with a hammer.
"Oh, I'm fully up to date" Ryan said.
"Oh…I finished act 5 and then forgot to read the update…" Felix blinked sheepishly.
"Really? So then you haven't met Dir-" "No spoilers!" Felix cut Ryan off, covering his ears.
"It's not spoiling, you've more than likely seen pictures of the alpha kids and the dancestors anyway" Ryan told him.
"…I've seen porn of trolls and humans I haven't met yet, that's it" Felix blushed slightly.
"Of course you have…" Ryan shook his head.
"Like you haven't" Felix retorted in self-defence.
"Never said I haven't. You've never looked at my USB before have you" Ryan laughed, thinking of the number of files filled with hundreds of pictures and doujins from all his different fandoms…
"Do I even want to?" Felix laughed softly, trying not to jostle his body as he huffed.
"Probably not, the amount of dick in it might scare you...hey, do you remember something you said just before you fell asleep last night?" Ryan suddenly asked, a wicked image forming in his head.
"Huh? Um…not really…I remember telling you dirty things in Swedish…then it's blank" Felix rubbed his head apologetically.
"Oh, well, I guess that's a good thing" Ryan said, trying not to smirk as the greatest idea ever formed in his mind.
"Why, was it something bad?" Felix asked, concerned.
"Oh nonono, it was just really retarded" Ryan reassured him. If I can pull this off…this is going to be the best prank in the world! This is what you get for not knowing where the games that made you famous come from~
"Ok…sounds like something I'd do" Felix huffed. "…What time is it anyway?"
"Erm…6:48 AM" Ryan answered, checking his phone that was sitting on the bedside table.
"Jesus…my bro's are going to be mad I missed an upload…but fuck I feel like shit…" Felix groaned. Ryan petted him soothingly on the head.
"Don't worry about it man, I got you covered. You still got that file of emergency videos?" Ryan asked.
"Uhuh" Felix tried to nod, but ended up wincing at the movement and giving up.
"Cool, I'll quickly shove one of them up for you now so they don't think I killed you" Ryan said with a small chuckle.
"…Thanks bro…you mind if I sleep again? I feel so fucking crap…" Felix asked weakly.
"Go ahead, I'll just shove it up quickly and join you. I'm not one hundred percent healthy either…" Ryan sighed, stretching his arm out with a crack to fumble around for his laptop.
"…Cool…" Felix whispered, slowly sliding up onto the pillow properly and yanking the blankets around his shoulders. Ryan smiled as he pulled his black laptop free, propping it up on his lap, and watched Felix stare at his leg for a second…then push the laptop out of the way so he could rest on Ryan's leg. Ryan smirked, readjusting the computer as the Swede snuggled into his thigh with a sigh. He stared for a brief moment at the cuteness that was his hungover boyfriend, then slowly reached across to run his fingers through his silky, blondy brown hair. Felix made a small noise of appreciation and sunk into the contact like a sleepy kitten. Ryan almost expected him to start purring…
Ryan opened up his youtube tab and logged out of his account. Felix had given his youtube password ages ago for situations like this, and Ryan hadn't abused this power yet… sometimes he had half a mind to log on and post a stupid comment in one of his video's as him, just to see what would happen. But to be fair, Felix said stupid things in it anyway. Who could tell the difference?
"Felix, USB?" Ryan asked softly.
"…Huh?" He said sleepily.
"I need your USB" Ryan repeated.
"Oh…uh…should be in…the draw there…" Felix half-heartedly motioned towards the bedside table. Ryan made a little noise of thanks and reached across, trying not to disturb the half asleep Swedish boy against his leg, and rummaged through the draw. After a few seconds of groping, Ryan felt the smooth, cold surface against his fingertips and pulled it free. He supposed he could have done what he used to do, and use their shared dropbox account, but Ryan was feeling too lazy to remember his password. This way was fairly easy anyway. He shoved it into the port and opened it up, looking at the Swedish labelled folders and trying desperately to remember which one meant 'done'. He used to know, one was 'done', one was 'for editing', and the other was 'uploaded'. But for the life of him now he couldn't remember which one was which…
"… Färdig" Felix muttered into his leg.
"Oh, right, yeah, thanks Feli" Ryan smiled.
"…Hair please" Felix asked.
"'Kay then" Ryan laughed, resuming stroking his fingers through Felix's hair. Felix gave a happy groan and snuggled back into him, a small smile on his still pale face. Ryan opened Färdig and saw there were five video files to pick from, all completed with matching tile cards, and only needed rendering onto youtube. He stared at them… a three month old indie game, a month old rage game, some game Ryan had no idea but it looked terrifying in a non scary way, one that was only made a week ago, the day before Ryan came over, and some game that Ryan faintly recognised but couldn't place. Ryan shrugged, picking the old indie game, and told youtube to begin trying to upload it. The video was only fifteen minutes long, so it should only take, what, half an hour with the speed of Italy's internet? Hopefully… At least his throbbing head was starting to feel a tiny bit better…
Ryan quickly checked his skype while he waited, having nothing else to do, and was surprised to see only Russ had messaged him.
Ru$$ Money: Oh my god dude I'm so fucking sorry for falling asleep like that!
(Sent 3:42 AM)
Ryan shook his head. Poor Russ…he'd have to do it tonight…
Chaotic Monki: It's fine dude, not your fault you got wasted
He hit enter and sat back with a sigh. Russ was probably asleep again anyway and wouldn't get this 'til, like, five in the afternoon…oh well. Scanning facebook came up with nothing but stuff from the creepypasta page and the best of tumblr pages he liked, no new messages and none of his friends had made any recent statuses… He sighed and decided to check his deviant art for once, maybe make some people flip their shit by favouriting and commenting on their fan art of him.
He logged on, gave a quick look through all his alerts, mostly people favouriting and commenting on that one picture he did when he was very very bored with the cats licking feet, and nearly a thousand new submissions into his official fan group 'Cry Plays'. With the video still only a third of the way uploaded, he may as well look at the ones he liked. He CTRL clicked all the ones that caught his interest, deleting the message as the new tab opened with it, and deleted the stuff he had no real interest in. He opened nearly thirty when he paused, there were so many tabs he couldn't see what was what anymore… He clicked on the first picture, a picture of the pretty fan version of himself, except with long hair that reached down his back. There were two versions of it, one with hair out, one underneath where the Cry was tying his hair back in a ponytail. This person must have watched the stream where I said I used to have long hair… Oh wait, I know this artist! I've seen her stuff before! Um… CrazyMarti? Yeah, that's her there. She drew that really sad picture of Stephano that made me want to force Felix to play the game again to visit him. I like her.
He added it to his favourites, knowing how stoked this artist got whenever he did that, but left the tab open so he could come back to it later. When he swapped over to his private account he'd leave a comment. She'd never know it was him, but that still didn't remove the sentiment.
"….Nnngg" Felix groaned, nuzzling into his hand demandingly. Ryan hadn't noticed he'd stopped petting him.
"Sorry, looking at pictures" He apologised, starting to stroke his hair once again. Felix gave another happy sigh and relaxed back into his leg. I swear to god I have not had one proper night's sleep since I got to this damn country….
Ryan gazed at Felix; sick, tired, messy… and couldn't help but be once again lost in this strange man's beauty. He smiled to himself as he ran his fingers through each silky lock on Felix's head, reminding himself how lucky he was. Just five more minutes, and Ryan would never have been able to touch Felix. Never able to blush at Felix's stupid flirts. Never be able to just lie here with him in his arms, as if nothing else in the world could touch them…Ryan really owed Nathan the world. And then some. Just five minutes…and Ryan mightn't even have been here right now…
When I get back home, I'm going to make sure nothing will ever hurt Nate ever again. I know he'll never fully forgive me for what I put him through, but I'm going to find some way to make up for it. Every last second…
Ryan quickly added a thumbnail to the video, then typed in the signature he hadn't used is such a long time…it was almost sad…
Sorry Bro's, Pewdie still has a massive hangover from the livestream so I'm uploading today. Sorry it's a little late, but it's better than so video. Bet you thought I'd disappeared right? Can't get rid of me that easily. ~Stephano
Ryan pressed the final upload button with a sigh. He missed Stephano sometimes…and all the old bro army. Even the barrels…oh well. Felix had to move on at some point, he couldn't keep playing the one thing forever…He wearily shut his computer's lid and slid it onto the bedside table along with all the other messy junk and yawned. It seems all he did lately was sleep… but the dull pounding in his head demanded rest yet again, even if that wasn't necessarily from sleeping. He sighed and continued to stroke Felix's hair, listening to his soft breath as his scrawny chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm. That's it… Ryan was defiantly ringing Nathan up tomorrow to thank him yet again…
Translations:
Woah Jag känner mig konstig… varför i helvete ska jag flyga? = Woah I feel weird ... why the hell am I flying?
Åh, det är bra. Men hur länge har jag sovit? Har jag missar slutet på inspelningen? = Oh, that's good. But how long have I been asleep? Did I miss the end of the recording?
Varm Ryan… = Warm Ryan...
fåne = Idiot
jävla helvete! = Fucking hell!
Ah mig- = Ah my-
Jävla- Ryan för Guds kärlek ska du inte sluta, jag är så nära! = Fucking- Ryan for the love of God, do not stop, I'm so close!
Ja = Yes
Åh min Gud = Oh my god
Jag vill bara suga dig… = I just want to suck you...
Ryan din slyna, vad i h-helvete!= Ryan you bitch, what the h-hell!
Fan = Fuck/Damn
Jag fick den i mitt jävla öga! = I got it in my fucking eye!
Jag är så jävla dum ibland…= I'm so fucking stupid sometimes...
Jag är nog inte = I'm probably not
Tack = Thanks
Vad ... det ut som? = What's...it look like?
Snälla döda mig... = Please kill me...
Nej = No
Om jag inte älskar dig, skulle jag döda dig för det här... = If I did not love you, I'd kill you for this ...
Färdig = Finished/ done