Chad had kissed tons of girls. Well, maybe a few. Ok, so there were only three and one didn't count because they were in second grade when he still believed girls had cooties, but what's important is that he's sure no one has or ever will kiss him like Ryan does.
Ryan just... clings to him and Chad gets the feeling that he never wants to let go. And when he thinks about it, Chad would be ok with never letting go, too. He likes the way Ryan's fingers dig into his arms and shoulders and back, and it's even better when they twist in his hair because then he doesn't just know how much Ryan wants and needs this - he can feel it. And he feels it all the way down deep in his own chest.
Then Chad can't help but pull away, just for a moment, so he can see Ryan's face. He watches Ryan's breath, coming hard and heavy from his parted lips now dark and red instead of their usual soft pink, and he stares as Ryan's tongue darts out to wet them.
Ryan looks at him with pleading eyes that have lost nearly all the light blue to an aroused black. "Chad," he exhales, voice low and rough. "Please?"
Normally, it takes a little more before Chad loses it, but something about Ryan has got him so tangled and strung out he just can't keep his head straight. Both literally and figuratively, he supposes.
He swears he lets out a growl as he shoves Ryan against the wall and crushes their mouths together, pressing the whole length of their bodies together, sucking on Ryan's lips and probably pushing the blond off the ground. But Ryan moans approval and his arms lock around Chad.
And Chad knows this is different than anything he's ever done or felt before. Lust is one thing, but there's that and a thousand times more in what Ryan gives him. Which is why he never intends to let go.