So this is gonna be longer than the four chapters I originally thought. Not sure how long though. Guess time will tell.

Big thanks to CG85 who listened to my problems and came up with awesome suggestions. And SAB for suggesting things as well. I think I've gotten most of them included now, but I'm not sure I'd manage to get anymore. So yea.

Hope you enjoy.

When they pulled up at Jake's house after dance class, Jake mumbled something about the two of them playing Xbox. Ryder quickly agreed, figuring he didn't have anything better to do.

They had the house to themselves, and they settled themselves in the lounge, with the volume way too loud. Ryder managed to play the game for twenty minutes, but he was finding it really hard to concentrate, knowing that Jake was right there. Judging by the way he was playing, Jake was having the same problem.

Ryder switched the console off, scrambling his way over the couch towards Jake, who seemed confused.

'What the hell are you doing?'

Ryder didn't answer. Instead he just straddled Jake, shoving him back against the couch as he connected their lips. Jake didn't protest, but he wasn't very enthusiastic either. At least, not as much as usual. Ryder was actually having to drive the action this time. Jake just let his mouth be plundered, hands gripping weakly at Ryder's thighs.

When the effort got too much, Ryder pulled away. 'What the fuck's your problem?' Jake didn't reply, so Ryder attached himself to Jake's jaw, nipping and sucking harshly.

After a while, Jake spoke, pausing in the middle to let a moan rip from him. 'There's a-a recital this weekend. And-and the teacher – I've been asked to take over the lead part.'

Ryder pulled away briefly, annoyed. 'And that affects this how?'

'It's just, what if I fuck it up?'

'It's a fucking dance recital. Who cares if you mess it up?' Ryder found Jake's mouth again, using the advantage of surprise to suck Jake's tongue into his own mouth. He was pleased when Jake finally responded, moving his hands to Ryder's arse to tug him closer.

A couple of minutes later, and Ryder had pretty much lost the ability to think when Jake pulled away. 'Will you come watch?'

It took Ryder a moment to figure what he was talking about, but he just mumbled an agreement before moving back in.

The next thing he was aware of was the sound of a key in a lock, and suddenly he found himself spread-eagled on the floor, Jake having shoved him off his lap.

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Jake peered out around the curtain, surveying the crowd. Matthew was standing next to him. After introducing himself at Jake's first lesson, he seemed to have decided the two of them were friends. Jake couldn't be bothered to disagree.

'I see your boyfriend's here,' Matthew commented. Jake turned to him in shock, all thoughts of nerves leaving him.

'What the fuck?'

'Y'know, the guy who drops you off for every lesson. It's kinda obvious you're dating.'

'Ryder's not my boyfriend.' It didn't come out as forcefully as he'd intended.

'Reeally?' The word was dragged out. Matthew continued before Jake could argue further. 'Because he's sitting in the only seat you reserved. You invited him, but not your mom? Besides, I've seen the way he looks at you like he wants to fuck you.'

Jake smirked at this. 'He probably does.'

'And by the way you look at him, I can tell you wanna make love to him.' He was the one smirking now, even as he turned and walked away. Jake didn't really notice though. He was too busy repeating Matthew's words to himself. Sure, he wouldn't mind fucking Ryder, he guessed, but it'd be like everything else they did. Aggressive, rough, all about the physicality. There wouldn't be any love making. Because that would suggest there were feelings involved.

Xxx

Ryder and Jake were on the bleachers, making out. But something was wrong. Why was Jake wearing a Cheerio's uniform? And why were they kissing like this, all soft and gentle? Actually, more to the point, why didn't they do this more often? It was nice, having Jake's fingers intertwined with his own. And it was kinda amazing, how much love Jake could show through a kiss.

After teasing him with a hint of tongue, Jake pulled away to stare into Ryder's eyes. This was the moment, Ryder knew it. He took a deep breath, trying to summon all his courage.

'Umm, so, Jake, would you – would you maybe be my boyfriend?'

Jake just looked at him for a moment, before bursting out laughing. 'Why would I wanna do that?' He continued laughing, getting louder and louder, the sound building up. Ryder shut his eyes, not able to handle it any longer.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in complete darkness. It took him a moment to work out where he was. But of course, it was just a dream. He was tucked up safely in his bed.

It was just as well it was only a dream. Because that was some seriously fucked up shit. The only thing in that whole dream that was realistic was Jake's reaction in the end. Because Jake would never actually be interested in him. He'd spent too long pretending that he didn't give a fuck about anything. Now he would believe that he really didn't care, whether or not that was the case.

Not that it mattered at all. Because there weren't any feelings involved in their arrangement. It was all about getting pleasure. There was nothing soft and sensual about what they did. No, instead it was about bruising pressure, and demanding forcefulness. And Ryder preferred it that way.

So if he was gonna jerk off now, that was what he was gonna think about. Not any romantic lovey-dovey shit. Because that was way too sickening to be of any use.

Even if memories from the dream kept sneaking their way in.