A/N: Happy New Year!

It's gone 1am here in the UK so it's already 2012 for me at the time of posting. I wrote half of this earlier today before going out to a party, then finished it when I got home after several glasses of bubbly stuff. The lovely Sadtomato fixed my drunken typos at the same time as my Britspeak. She rocks. If you've not read her fic you really should.

Riley and I spend the next few days cocooned in a happy little bubble of sexy times. Our friends are still away with their families, we have no college work to do. We spend our time fucking, sleeping, eating, chilling and then fucking again. It's pretty awesome.

More and more, I find myself wanting to talk to him about what's going on with us. I'm on the verge of broaching the subject several times but something always stops me, usually his hand on my dick or his tongue in my mouth. I'm not complaining. I love that shit, but the need to find out how he feels about all of this is an uncomfortable itch at the back of my mind that keeps nagging at me.

We sleep together every night, something we've never done before. Since our time apart at Christmas something has shifted and by unspoken agreement we always end up curling up together in the same bed, his or mine – we use them interchangeably – and stay there all night. We wake in the morning sweaty and tangled together, and usually hard. And we're back into the fucking, eating, chilling, sleeping cycle all over again. By New Year's Eve I still haven't managed to fit any talking into our routine – at least, not about anything that matters.

Our phones start to buzz with texts from various friends and acquaintances during the day, making arrangements for the evening. We all have tickets to a club for a party this evening and will be hooking up with the rest of our crowd in a bar first, then going on to the club.

We fuck again in the afternoon and have another nap, then crawl out of bed to shower together before eating pizza in sweatpants side by side on the couch. It feels so fucking perfect. We reach for the last piece at the same time. He grabs it first and we share it. He feeds me, teasing me by pulling it back as I go in for a bite. He laughs at me and something twists in my chest at the sight of him, his damp hair rumpled and tomato sauce smeared on his chin. I pin him down on the sofa and lick his face clean, then kiss him slowly and thoroughly as the half eaten piece of pizza dangles forgotten in his hand.

We go to our own rooms to get ready to go out. I opt for a white dress shirt and a nicer than usual pair of dark indigo jeans. Riley always takes longer to get ready than I do, he tends to try on several things before deciding. I go to his room and lie on his bed, watching appreciatively as he wriggles in and out of at least three pairs of jeans before deciding on some black skinny ones. I whistle in approval as he twirls for me, still shirtless. They hug him in all the right places.

"Those ones make your ass look incredible," I say. "But they won't leave much to the imagination if you get a boner."

"I'd say that's fairly inevitable don't you?" He grins wickedly. "It'll be dark and crowded. I'm sure I can get away with it."

He tries on shirts next, slipping them on and off his lean shoulders and frowning at his reflection, while I laugh and tell him looks gorgeous in all of them – which is true. But that I like him naked best of all – also true. He balls up a pair of discarded underwear and chucks them at me.

"I'd happily go naked, you perve, but I don't think it's that kind of club."

He finally decides on a slim fitting shirt in a deep purple that sets off his fair skin and dark eyes. It's a thin fabric that skims his torso and hints at the shape of the body beneath without being too revealing.

"It's gonna be fucking torture trying to keep my hands off you," I grumble.

"Well don't then," he says, a challenge in his eyes.

Since the Halloween party we've not taken any risks around our friends. Nobody said anything about us disappearing together after the Twister game, but I've noticed Alice watching us thoughtfully once or twice. I have a feeling she suspects something but I've appreciated that she hasn't interfered.

"Do you mean that?" I ask him, my heart thumping in my chest.

He shrugs as his fingers work to fasten his buttons. "It's not a big deal to me, Em. People know that I like boys. I don't mind anyone knowing that we're fooling around."

There's a long silence and my heart skitters as I feel my palms break into a sweat. I need to say something right the fuck now. There's never going to be a better opportunity.

"So is that what this is? Are we just fooling around?" I meet his eyes and man the fuck up. "Because it feels like way more than that to me, Ri."

His brown eyes flick up to me and pin me. His face is serious and his gaze is intense. My mouth is dry as I wait and relief floods through me as his face slowly breaks into a smile that makes him light up. He moves, buttons forgotten, his shirt hanging open as he crawls over to straddle me and cup my jaw with a strong grip.

He looks down at me. "It's way more than that for me too." He leans down and brushes my lips with the lightest of kisses then pulls back, just a fraction. "You've had me hooked right from that first time, and even before that I wanted you." His warm breath tickles my lips and we're kissing again, and smiling and he's messing up my hair with his fingers.

"So, do you want to tell people?" I finally ask when he's back at the mirror, sorting out his hair into artfully arranged spikes.

"Do you?" He turns it back on me, still looking in the mirror, not meeting my eyes. "I already told you. I'm happy for people to know, but I'm in no rush, Em. Just knowing that you're mine is enough for now."

Mine. That little word makes my chest feel tight, in a good way. And I know it's true, this crazy boy owns me.

"Okay," I say. "Well, I'll think about it."

XOXOXOX

The bar is busy and the club is busier still. We're pleasantly drunk by the time we arrive and end up choosing soft drinks and hitting the dance floor to burn off some of the alcohol. Riley and I stay close to each other, in each other's orbits. I'm always aware of his presence and I catch him watching me several times.

I love watching him dance, he's so fluid and graceful in his movements. I think about his body under his clothes and thrill that I'm privileged to know it so intimately. I can imagine every flex of muscle and stretch of sinew, and how the flashing lights of the club would play on his skin. It makes me hard just thinking about him and I'm suddenly glad that my shirt isn't tucked in.

I go to the bar to get more drinks and when I return Riley's dancing with Alice. They always flirt together, but I know that Alice only has eyes for Jasper so I never see her as a threat. Riley's undone the top few buttons of his shirt and it hangs off his shoulders as he moves to the beat. His smooth chest gleams with sweat and the column of his neck is long and pale as he throws his head back and laughs at something that Alice yells into his ear over the music.

She unwinds a black feather boa from around her neck and throws it over Riley's head, pulling him closer by the ends. They grind together, giggling and supporting each other as their legs tangle and they stumble.

I want to dance with Riley like that – close to him, touching him, flirting with him. But I look around at our friends and know that I'm not ready to deal with their reactions. So I just carry on watching and keep my distance.

A little later a blond guy sidles towards Riley on the dance floor. He has long hair pulled back in a ponytail and is shirtless. He's hot – in a slightly mean, dangerous-looking way. I don't recognize him but he seems to be with our group. I guess he must be a friend of a friend. I feel my fists clench as he moves up behind Riley and puts his hands on his hips, pressing up against him. He says something, his mouth close to Riley's ear. Riley turns his head and grins, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. He flashes a glance at me and puts some distance between himself and the blond dude, and I relax a little.

But blond dude is persistent. According to Bella, his name is James. She wrinkles her nose when I ask, she's obviously not a fan but she doesn't elaborate. This 'James' is all over Riley like a rash, dancing too fucking close and leaning in to talk to him all the time. Riley isn't encouraging him but James isn't taking the fucking hint.

When James' hand cups Riley's ass, I finally flip. I push through the crowd and move in behind him, putting my hands on Riley's waist and turning him to face me.

"Hey, Man," James protests. "What's your problem?"

"I don't have a fucking problem," I growl at him. "But you will, if you don't back the fuck off from my boyfriend right the fuck now."

Riley's face is classic, torn between shock, amusement and lust. I'm dimly aware of some of our friends watching, realizing there's some sort of drama unfolding, but none of them are entirely sure what's going on.

"Come with me." I try to sound commanding, but it ends up coming out as more of a plea as I look at Riley helplessly. His dark eyes glitter in the lights of the club and his lips are parted slightly. He just nods and starts to move. I guide him through the press of people with a hand on the small of his back, heading for the bathrooms. I need to be alone with him.

The door swings open and the brighter light of the bathroom makes me squint. Riley turns to look at me expectantly and I just stare at him, unsure what to do now that I've got him here.

"Sorry," he says, looking uncertain. "He just wouldn't leave me alone…"

I exhale sharply. "I know," I look at him intently. "I got that. I just…" I swallow hard. "It's just that you're mine, and he was all over you. And I hated it."

Riley eyes are huge and dark and his cheekbones are flushed with color as he stares back at me.

"You're the only one I want."

The words fall from his lips and I believe them. But I need to feel it. My skin is burning with the need for Riley's touch. My mouth tingles, wanting to taste him, to prove to myself that he's mine and mine alone.

I'm not sure who moves first, or who pulls and who follows – but before I have time to think about it we're stumbling into a stall and I'm slamming Riley up against the door as I press my mouth against his lips. He parts them and I push my tongue inside, letting it slide against his as I groan and grip his hips with my fingers. I press my thumbs into the bare skin above the waistband of his jeans, feeling the hollows just inside his hipbones as I drag my lips across his cheek and down to his neck. The feather boa tickles my nose as I lick and suck, and he throws his head back, thudding against the door as I wriggle my tongue in the soft dip below his ear and breathe in the warm, musky scent of him.

My hands move again, pushing up urgently, seeking out more skin to touch. I fumble with his buttons, but they're too small and fiddly. With a growl I rip at his shirt and buttons ping off and bounce on the floor as he gasps in shocked amusement.

"Fucker! That's one of my favorite shirts."

"I'll buy you a new one," I murmur against his chest as I reach a nipple and suck it into my mouth. I catch it between my teeth and twist it gently until he moans and his hands slip into my hair and tug my head lower.

I sink willingly to my knees and press my face into his groin, smelling sweat and heat and arousal where his cock strains against the black denim. I draw my mouth along his length, grazing the fabric with my teeth and his hips buck in my hands.

"Oh fuck! Em!" He pulls on my hair, making me hiss.

I pop the button on his jeans and pull the fly down slowly. I look up at him as I do it and he's watching me, eyes dark and hungry. I turn my attention back to his crotch. His stupid skinny jeans might look hot but they're fucking tight and a pain in the ass to wriggle down. I want access to more than just his dick and growl in frustration as they stick on his hips. But with his help I manage to work them down around his thighs where I want them.

His cock is hard, clearly visible under the thin material of the little red briefs that he's wearing. I pull the waistband down and he pops out of the top, hard and flushed at the tip. I pause to lick at the head and he pulls my hair again, whimpering as I tease him with little flicks of my tongue. I pull back and watch as I ease his underwear down and his cock springs free, hard and heavy and pointing straight at me.

"Fuck," I whisper.

And for once, Riley says nothing. He just guides my head gently forwards and I part my lips and take him in. Licking, sucking, tasting. I take him as deep as I can, desperate with my need to consume him, possess him. I gag around him and he pulls my head back, his fingertips drawing gentle patterns on my scalp as I recover. But then I take him deep again, pushing my limits, wanting more. I fondle his balls with one hand while my other hand reaches for my fly, unable to resist the urge to touch myself too. I manage to free my cock and tug on it, hot and sticky in my hand as I suck Riley deeper again.

Riley moans and his thighs are quivering and I know that he's close. I reach back with my fingers and he shifts his position, spreading his legs as wide as his pants allow until my fingers graze his hole. His fingers tighten in my hair again as he cries out. His cock pulses in my mouth and I feel his release on my tongue, hot and salty as I keep sucking and pressing my finger into him as he clenches around me. I grip my own cock hard, so close to the edge myself but focusing on Riley for now. I feel him finish and lick him clean after I swallow his cum.

When his legs stop trembling, his fingers clutch at my shoulders, gripping my shirt and pulling me up until he can wrap his arms around my neck and kiss me. He licks into my mouth, hot and urgent and I know that he'll be able to taste himself there. He always likes that. One of his hands snakes down between us and his fingers curl around my cock. I groan into his mouth as he strokes me, smearing my pre-cum with his thumb.

"I need to taste you," he mutters, pressing a last kiss against my lips before sliding down the door to kneel at my feet. "I want you to come in my mouth."

I brace my arms against the door as his hot mouth closes around me and lose myself to the glorious sensation of Riley sucking my dick. I feel the tension rising like a hot wave and I know that this won't take long, no matter how much I want it to last forever. He pulls back and his tongue flickers along the sensitive underside of my cockhead and I cry out, my voice echoing in the tiled space as my cock jerks and twitches, starting to spurt. He takes me deep again, catching my cum in his mouth and sucks me until I'm gasping and shuddering, my body twitching as I become over-sensitive. He finally pulls off and swallows, looking up at me with a satisfied expression.

"Fuck…" I breathe, my chest still heaving as I look down at him.

"Maybe later," he grins, pushing himself up and standing again. He wriggles his way into the circle of my arms where they're still braced against the door of the stall. He slides his hands up the back of my shirt, his hands warm on my skin as he kisses me. Then he buries his face in my neck as I wrap my arms around him and we just hold each other for a minute. I have all sorts of feelings rushing through me and I don't have words of any of them, so I just cling tighter and kiss the bit of him that I can reach, which is his ear. This makes him giggle and pull away and I feel my cheeks flush.

We look at each other for a moment and I know that my face has the most ridiculous goofy grin on it but I can't help myself. The only consolation is that Riley's looking pretty fucking goofy too right now. Finally he breaks the mood by straightening up and taking my hand.

"We'd better get back out there I guess," his lips quirk in amusement. "Face the music?"

I grimace. "Yeah, I guess some people will have figured it out by now."

"Yep," he shrugs. "So let's get it over with."

Riley's the one who leads me out. A dude at the urinals looks at us in surprise as we emerge hand in hand from the stall but he doesn't comment. I feel my cheeks heat.

Riley keeps hold of my hand as we approach the dance floor and doesn't let go when our friends see us coming.

"Where were you?" Tyler exclaims. "You missed midnight! Happy New Year!"

He hugs me, then Riley. Then his eyes drop to our hands which are still clasped together and his jaw drops a little. I look around at them all and watch as they finally make the connection. Alice is beaming and Bella doesn't look too surprised either, but most of the others are gaping in amazement.

"We were busy," I side eye Riley and he smirks at me. "Happy New Year guys."

We're swamped by hugs and kisses and backslaps but I never let go of Riley's hand. When the rest of them finally drop back I turn to him again and grab the feather boa that's still around his neck. I pull on it, dragging him in towards me until we're nose to nose, grinning at each other like idiots.

"Happy New Year, Riley," I say. And then I kiss him.

A/N: I hope 2012 brings you all good times. Thanks for reading!