Here is Chapter 3! I appreciate all of the feedback. Just to warn you, this is the first time I've ever written slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
I arrived at the bar around 7:15 pm. I didn't want to get there right at 7:00 because I didn't want Ryan to think I was stalking him. I casually walked into the bar, and sat down a few seats away from Ryan and my professor. I ordered a beer. I glanced out of the corner of my eye toward Ryan. He wasn't drinking beer.
I sat at the bar and took a few swigs of beer. I waited for the right moment to approach Ryan. If only my professor wasn't there.
I pretended to be watching a baseball game on the television above the bar. I occasionally looked at Ryan out of the corner of my eye. He ordered at least three of whatever he was drinking since I got there. I grew frustrated that my professor would not get up and leave Ryan alone for a few minutes. I ordered another beer.
After I had finished my second beer, I saw my professor get up off the barstool and shake Ryan's hand.
"Finally!" I exclaimed in my head. I ordered a third beer, and moved to the bar stool next to Ryan.
"Hello, remember me?" I asked.
"Yeah, you're the kid from the presentation," he said, his speech slurring a little. "Uh, what's your name again?"
"Mike Weston, sir," I respectfully said.
"Right. You were first in line at the meet and greet, weren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Call me Ryan. 'Sir' makes me feel like an old man."
"Yes, Ryan," I responded, giving him a smile.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked me.
"I just thought I would drop by, have a few beers, and watch the game on the big screen."
That was obviously not the reason I was at the bar. I was there to see one person: Ryan Hardy. As I sat there conversing with him, my attraction to him grew stronger.
"Do you come here a lot?" he asked me.
"Not usually. I just thought it would be nice to have a change of scenery," I told him.
"I like it here," Ryan said.
He finished the last sip of his drink. He then looked me in the eyes.
I completely froze. My heart beat fast, and I felt warm.
"Would you mind showing me where the bathroom is?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "You walk past the…"
He cut me off mid-sentence.
"Take me there," he said, his tone sounding rather seductive.
I liked that. I got up and walked Ryan to the bathroom. We both went in. There was no one else in there.
"I was hoping we would be alone," he said, leaning in closer to me.
I figured out what he was drinking. He was drinking Long Island Ice Tea. I could smell it on his breath. He continued to move closer to me. Our foreheads touched.
"Remember to breathe," I mentally reminded myself.
Ryan pressed his lips against mine. I was taken aback for a few seconds. I didn't realize that I pulled away from Ryan.
"Don't you like it?" he asked.
It's not that I didn't like it. It was what I wanted, but I was shocked that Ryan had actually kissed me.
I composed myself, and moved toward Ryan again. He kissed me again. His warm lips pressed hard against mine. I could taste the Long Island Ice Tea. He began to kiss me even harder. The sound of our lips pressing together resounded in my ears.
Ryan took my arms and wrapped them around his, broad shoulders. He put his hands on my back side. I squeezed his shoulders. His lips, his taste, his hands running up and down my back side, and the scent of Long Island Iced Tea brought on feelings that I have never felt before.
Our kissing got cut short when we heard the bathroom door opening. We quickly pulled away from each other, and acted like we were washing our hands. Ryan left the sink first, and he motioned for me to follow him.
We walked out of the bathroom. I kept a few feet in between us so people wouldn't suspect anything.
"Your drinks are on me," he said.
"You don't have to do that," I respond.
"It's no trouble at all."
He paid the bartender, and then turned to me.
"My hotel is just a few blocks away," Ryan said. "Do you want to spend the night?"
"Sure," I said.
My heat began racing again. Ryan Hardy was asking me to spend the night with him?
"We can continue where we left off," he said, flashing me a grin.
With that, we began walking back to his hotel. He slipped his hand into mine. I loved the feeling of his rough hands against my smooth skin.
We continued to walk in silence. My head was still spinning from our kiss. And the best part was, there was going to be more.
Dun, dun, dun! I know this is a bit of a cliffhanger, but there will be more, I promise. Feedback appreciated. :)