"We're not friends anymore."

"W-what?" stuttered Peter as Riley headed towards the door.

Riley sighed. "You heard me, Peter. We're not friends anymore." He didn't sound angry, or even irritated. He just sounded sad, disappointed even, like being friends just wasn't worth the trouble. That bothered Peter.

"Wait!" he said, grabbing Riley's arm. " D-did I do something?" asked Peter, blue eyes widened expectantly. God, again with the stuttering. Why couldn't he just keep it together?? And why was Riley acting like there was something getting between their friendship? Peter hadn't done anything. Riley hadn't done anything. So what was there to be mad about? Whatever is was, Peter was going to make sure they stayed friends.

"You didn't do anything wrong," said Riley haughtily, jerking his hand away. "It's-It's me. I just can't do this anymore!" He really couldn't. Being around Peter was like being on fucking ecstasy to Riley. It wasn't that he didn't want to be friends with Peter. He did. A lot. That was the problem. Or more like, Peter was the problem. Every time he looked at him he felt his heart go 100 miles per hour. He couldn't keep lying to himself and he didn't want Peter to find out on his own.

"Can't do what anymore?" asked Peter, biting down on his lip in frustration. Why was Riley being so difficult?

Riley half laughed half scoffed at him. "Don't act like you don't know, Peter."

"Is this about you being gay?" inquired Peter seriously, " Cause I don't care. I thought we talked about this!" This was ridiculous to him. Riley was pissed about something, Peter didn't even know what it was about, and Riley expects them to suddenly not be friends? Fuck that.

Riley sighed again and turned, causing Peter to back up against the wall.

"Tell me. Please?" asked Peter in a soft voice. Fuck if Riley could resist Peter's voice like that, or any time actually. He looked down at Peter, his big blue eyes open, his bottom lip tucked under his front teeth, waiting for an answer. God, he looked like an absolute angel. No! He did not look like an angel. Just a really beautiful boy that Riley wanted bent over the front of his car. Yeah. Like that was any better. He didn't want to look at Peter right now, not when he was about to lose him.

"Fuck," said Riley shaking his head and looking at his feet, "You really want to know?"

"Duh!" said Peter, rolling his eyes.

Riley flexed his hands nervously. "Do you remember the kiss?"

Peter gulped. Remember? He thought about it all the time. "Yeah." he said

"Um..." said Riley, the nerves practically shredding his voice, "I-um well......"

"Just fucking tell me Riley!" Peter hissed at him, Understandably, Peter wasn't going to wait anymore. He was fucking sick of Riley not telling him what the fuck was wrong. More than that, though, he was worried about him. Like, really worried.

"Look Peter," Riley tried to explain while at the same time trying hard not to get turned on by the adorable concerned/confused look Peter was currently wearing,"I-oh fuck it! Peter, I want you. I want you bad." He watched Peter's expression go from confused to completely shocked and confused. His eyes widened even further and his bottom lip started to tremble, like he was trying to form words but didn't know what to say. Wow. Riley hoped he wasn't too disgusted. For some reason, Riley's first sense was to slide his thumb over Peter's left cheek, accidently brushing the corner of his pink mouth.

"We can still be friends!" answered Peter automatically. Why hadn't he expected this? And more importantly why did he still want to be friends? He should be grossed out. Right? He was scared now, scared of how Riley's touch was making him feel all dizzy and hot, kind of in a good way. Fuck, that should not be happening.

Riley actually laughed, taking his hand away."Peter, do you know what I think about doing to you when you're around me?"

Peter's eyebrows shot up."I-I um, uh uh...." he stuttered idiotically, dazed at what Riley had just said to him. What was even worse was he thought he might like to know what Riley wanted to do with him, just thinking about it was making his stomach tingle. Fucking Riley. Ever since he kissed him he'd been confused about everything. Why was he thinking about Riley like this? He was his best friend, not his boyfriend. 'He could be' said the little fucked voice in Peter's head. He thought his legs just might give out at this point.

Riley smiled sadly, "Sorry about all of this." he said apologetically before starting to walk away.

'Oh my God' said the voice in Peter's head, 'Don't let him walk away!" Seriously, where the hell did Riley get off doing this to him?

"RIley, wait!" Peter called sharply after him.

"What now, Peter?" he heard Riley groan as he turned around, "I have nothing else to say to you."

"Yeah?" said Peter, "Well I have something to say to you. Where the fuck do you get off telling me we can't be friends anymore??"

Riley gaped at him. "Did you seriously just not here a word I said??" he asked in disbelief.

"Well maybe you never thought to ask me how I would like to handle this situation!" said Peter angrily, crossing his arms.

"But Peter.......you're straight." Riley said in a confused tone.

Peter looked up, suddenly angry. "What does this have to do with me being straight?" he questioned harshly.

Riley looked surprised. "N-nothing....I just meant-"

Peter smirked, shaking his head before looking back at his friend. "Fuck you, Riley." he said scathingly before pushing their lips together.

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Author Note: Soooo I love this pairing!! I'm definitely going to make this a chapter story! Also if anyone has a story request about this pairing, I would be happy to write something for you! R&R please kk thanx:))))))