steal my breath: a riley/zane fanfic
chapter 8: lights are off, nobody's home
author's note: here's where the story veers into rated-M territory. don't say i didn't warn you, because i said it would when i started this story.
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also, for you AU nonbelievers, if you're still reading, i do not know these things: what zane's parents do, what color his bed is, if his house has stairs, if zane has been cheated on before (he has a BIG issue with cheating and trust that comes up for the first time here) or if they have lost their hand virginity.
*ring ring*
*ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Hey, baby."
"Oh, hey, Zane! Hey, you, uh, you wanna come over tonight?"
"Aww, I was gonna ask you that, on account of my empty house."
"Ooh, empty house. I'll come there. Plus, I've never seen your room. I hate that I can't picture where you sleep."
"Hahaha. So you'll be right over to my empty house."
"Well, I can never say no to you, can I?"
"Bye, Ri. See you very soon, in my very empty house."
*click*
Riley chuckled and walked the short distance to Zane's house. When he got there, he texted his boyfriend of three months.
let me in!
Zane replied with let you into my empty house?
yes you goof.
goof with an empty house
you better be opening the door to your frickin empty house!
Just then, Zane popped up on the other side of the red door.
"Hey, honey," he greeted Riley, kissing his cheek. "Come inside my empty house."
Riley did as he was told, walking towards his oh-so-cute boyfriend. "Oh, Zane," he sighed, shaking his head sarcastically. "Whatever could you be implying by your repeated utterance of the words empty and house?"
Zane smirked, slinging an arm around Riley's waist as he steered them towards and up the stairs. "Hmm, I'm really not sure. Need me to put bed in there, too?"
"Mmm, bed," Riley mused. "Nice, fluffy, olive green bed, where we will...?" His face held a mixture of hope and anxiety. Go all the way? Just make out? Fool around? Go further than we did, but not all the way?
Zane laughed as they reached the top of the stairs and went straight ahead into his room. "Not tonight, baby. I promise, though, that it won't be much longer. Sleepover?" Zane flopped them both onto his bed, sat them up, and took Riley's hands in his.
Riley grinned. "Definitely. But won't your parents be home eventually?"
"They're away until Tuesday at a teachers' convention in Hamilton," Zane explained. His dad taught chemistry and his mom taught AP Lit, both at Bardell. "And they love you, Riley, who are you kidding?"
"Well, okay," Riley conceded. "But...Zane, I never asked you...have you had sex before?"
Zane sighed. "No. Riley, I'm so, so glad my first time is going to be with you. I can't imagine losing my virginity to anyone else."
Riley exhaled a sigh of relief. "I'm so happy to hear you say that. I was afraid you'd done it with...Darby...hahaha! That name never gets old. Anyway. I can't imagine losing it to anyone else, either."
"Haha, nope, I didn't do it with Darby. He was too busy having sex with all the other guys." Zane's face changed; he turned paler than usual and he hung his head.
Riley was shocked. How could anyone possibly cheat on this smart, kind, wonderful boy? How could someone be so heartless? "Baby...do you want to...to talk?"
Zane looked into Riley's eyes. "Darby Tannen was a douchebag of the highest degree. He thought he was the hottest guy to walk the earth. He was a year older than me, and we went to school together before I came to Degrassi. He was very flamboyant, pretty much the opposite of you. He was a manwhore. I fell in love with him, or I thought I did, when I was a sophomore and he was a junior. We dated for eight months before I found out that he was fucking five different guys, one of them a married TA, behind my back. Okay?" He told the entire story with a strong, defensive tone in his voice, but as soon as he was done he collapsed into Riley's arms. "Riley...please don't cheat on me."
Riley held his boyfriend close. "Zane, never," he affirmed. "I will never, ever cheat on you. I'd rather die."
"Good," Zane murmured, rocking back and forth in Riley's lap. "I love you, Ri. I really do. I love you."
"I love you, Zane."
"But hey," Zane interjected. "As long as we're on this bed, whaddaya say we get down to business..." He rolled on top of Riley, and they made out feverishly. Riley's hands threaded into Zane's hair and he pulled it a little, making Zane moan and grind down onto him. Riley loved the feeling that came from getting his boyfriend hot; it got him hot.
"Oh, Zane, goddamn," Riley grunted as the smaller boy singlehandedly took both of their shirts off. "Mmm…"
"I know, baby, I know…you're so hot." Zane kissed his way down Riley's neck, all the way to the bottom of his stomach, right above his waistband. He stopped there.
"Zane, ah, don't stop!" Riley begged.
"Gotta save some fun for later," Zane teased. "Right now, I wanna talk to you."
"You little tease!"
"Never said I wasn't."
"So what do you want to talk about?" Riley inquired.
"My mom let slip at dinner a few nights ago that there was more than one reason you decided to live on your own. Do you want to tell me the other one, or should we…save it for another time?" Zane was worried; he didn't want to push Riley too far.
"No, let's—let's talk. I would have told you soon anyway. So…I didn't even tell your mom the whole story. My mom was…is really homophobic. Even when I first acknowledged that I was gay, she refused to believe it. She said it was just a phase. She yelled at me whenever I tried to talk about it, and told me not to bother my dad with it. Of course, my dad found out eventually, and he wasn't much better. They both thought I'd made a choice. It was…really stressful." Riley paused and Zane cuddled him up in his arms. "So I told them I wouldn't be coming on any more trips and that, in fact, I'd be living on my own. My aunt helps me pay rent. She loves me just the way I am, thankfully. At least one member of my family is on my side."
"Oh, baby," Zane murmured, stroking Riley's back. "Never let anyone tell you that who you are is wrong. I love you for everything you are and everything you aren't and everything you can't change. And we all have our own issues, babe; I'm completely paranoid about being cheated on, and you could say I have trust issues. You have homophobic parent issues. But, baby, we have each other. We always have each other."