HEY GUYS PRETEND THE BOYS LIVE IN THEIR OWN PLACES, MKAY? THANKS

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"Shut up, just fucking shut up Ryan yeah?" Andy yells throwing his hands up in the air, "there is no excuse this time. You fucked up, simple as that."

I look down at my beat up converses not daring to look my boyfriend in the eye. He is right, there is no excuse.

"All I asked for was one night. One night where we can be just Andy and Rye without any distractions or disruptions and you decide go get drunk with your friends? What the hell is wrong with you?"

The liquor bottle dangling in my grasp feels like it is a hundred pounds now.

"We never get time alone, ever Rye. When we do, we have to force shitty randy content for the fans. But this night, I wanted this night to be just about us," his voice goes quiet for a second.

I look up to see him fiddling with the bracelet I gave him for our anniversary. We make eye contact and his soft eyes harden again.

"You had to fucking ruin it though, you always fucking ruin it," his voice was like venom and each word pierced my heart even further.

"And-andy," I pathetically try, but my voice is just a slurred mess.

"Ha," he laughs sarcastically, "you can't even proper speak mate." He picks up a back pack before walking to the door. My eyes follow his figure and when he makes it to the door, he turns back around to face me, "I'm staying at Jack's tonight, and don't you dare follow me."

With that, Andy opens the door and walks out before slamming it shut. I flinch at the sound before staring at the door. God damnit. God fucking damnit. Why did I do this? What possessed me to blow off my boyfriend like that? My friends didn't coax me into it. Andy hasn't done anything thing to make me act this way. This was all my fault.

I scream and throw the empty bottle against the wall, listening to it smash and shatter to a million little pieces. I hate myself. I hate that I can't do anything right. I hate that I cannot love Andy the way he deserves to be loved. I reach for my phone and call the first person that I know will answer.

"Mate, it's like two in the morning," Mikey mumbles from the other side of the line.

"Mike, come over," my words slurring together because my lips feel too tingly and heavy from the alcohol.

"What why?" he asks sounding a little more alert, "where is Andy? Have you been drinking again?"

I can hear rustling in the background and it makes me smile knowing that he was coming. "Jack's," was all I managed to get out.

"Okay," my best friend says, "I will be there in ten."

Not too long after the phone call ended, Mikey walks through my front door with his spare key. I look up from where I am sitting at on the ground against the couch and he sighs after seeing my state. He walks over before sitting down next to me. I lean my head on his shoulder and breathe in the masculine sent of his cologne. "I messed up," I mumble into his sweater,

"I know." He must have talked to Andy.

"I don't love him in that way anymore," I say as a single tear falls down my cheek.

"I know," he sighs, "you need to tell him."

"I know." It was quiet for a little bit before I spoke up again, "I smashed a bottle against the wall."

"What?" he body jerks causing me to lift my head off of him. He looks around my apartment before settling on my own eyes. Although my vision is a bit foggy from the newly formed tears and the alcohol, I could still see the light sky blue eyes staring deep into my brown ones. Mikey always wore his emotions in his eyes. He looked sad and concerned. He looked beautiful.

Mikey Cobban, the man who was always there for me when I needed him the most. The man who has seen me at my best and helped me out at my worst. The man who was my best friend whom I love and will always care for. Someone I have true feelings for.

My body gravitated towards him in a way that I shouldn't and about a second later my lips are on his. Just for a second before he turned away. "Nah, c'mon mate, you know I don't like that," he mumbles before looking up at me

"Mikey, please," I mumble. I need his touch, I need to remember what it felt like to kiss someone I loved. I need to know if it feels the same as kissing Andy. "Just this once," I whisper, "like old times."

"Rye, no. That was before things got complicated," he huffs.

I start to kiss on his neck, "things were always complicated."

"What about Andy?" he asks not flinching away from the touch, but still stiff and unsure. "I know your feelings are not there, but you are still together."

"We broke up," I lied. My lips found their way up his jaw line just as his hands tangle in my hair.

"You're drunk," he murmurs probably remembering all of our young explorations of each other when we were lanky teenagers.

"You're hard," I countered when my hand finished traveling up his thigh.

Before I was comfortable with my sexuality, I only touched Mikey when I was drinking. Although it never escalated to something more serious in a relationship stand point, I was the first and only guy Michael has ever been with so he developed feelings for me, something that wasn't platonic. We stopped fooling around the minute he told me because our friendship was way more important than anything else. That's when roadtrip was formed. That's when I met Andy.

"Yeah," he breathes out before angling his face towards me, his lips hovering over mine. My eyes rake over my best friend before I lean in capturing his lips with mine.

For a second, not even that long, a flash of guilt radiates my body because I feel like I am taking advantage of Mikey's feelings. However, that feeling left as soon as Michael opened his mouth deepening the kiss.

Fuck, I forgot what it was like to kiss someone with such passion. There were so many fireworks going off inside my body. Mikey completely submits to me, like he did when we were younger, and before I knew it, I was on top of him, down to our boxers on top of my bed. This was familiar territory, yet somehow, completely different. Mikey wasn't the little, skinny eighteen year old anymore. He filled out his body now looking healthy and fit.

My fingertips trace against his newer tattoos, smiling at the 'no, no, no' one. He blushes tremendously before grabbing at my neck and pulling me down so our lips connect again. It was hot and a little desperate. It was like two young lovers reuniting for the first time in forever. It was the feeling I have been desperately trying to rekindle with Andy again.

I shift my body so my cock grinds against his. He releases my lips and lets out a tiny, delicious moan. Our breaths mingle with each other as I continue to move against Mikey. My mind a haze, but my body moving on instinct.

"Ryan," Mikey moans out.

My lips attach to his collar bone, his favorite spot to be kissed, and my hands travel down his chest. I tease the waist band of his boxers causing another little noise to leave Mikey's lips. My fingertips slip into boxers before I take his member in my hands. Mikey gasps out as I start to pump up and down in a teasing pace.

"C'mon Rye, stop teasing," he mumbles before taking my cock into his hands. I hiss at the unexpected gesture removing my lips to see him looking up at me. His blue eyes are shades darker and he has a sinful smirk on his lips. Straddling his hips with one arm balancing me up, I set my sweaty forehead down on his.

I increase my pace and his matched mine. It was getting so fucking hot. Little "uh's" left my lips and Mikey let out a tiny whine. "Rye, I'm close," he says, lips brushing against mine. I fall to my elbow and swipe my thumb against his bottom lip. He looks up and closes his lips around my thumbs before sucking it. His eyes are wide, like an innocent child, but dark like a slut he has the potential to be.

"Fuck Michael," my body stills then convulses as I reach my high with Mikey following not too far after.

I fall over to the side of him trying to slow down my breathing. That was probably one of the most intense orgasms I had in a while and we didn't even fuck.

Once we caught our breath, Mikey looks towards me, "I know you and Andy are still together," he whispers.

I look over at him confused, "wait, then why did you continue-"

"Just talk to him okay Ryan? Figure out your feelings yeah?"

"O-Okay."

With that, Mikey gets dressed and walks out of the apartment leaving me alone with my thoughts. I don't know what to feel right now. I love Andy, but I am not in love with him. It's pretty fucking obvious that I shouldn't be with him because the last thing I want to do is continue to hurt him.

I really need to talk to him and salvage the last bit of our broken friendship. I still want Andy in my life, just not in the way he is now. I am too immature for a relationship. I miss him being my friend. I need to fix this before it ruins this band. Something we all worked so hard for.

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Well that was an emotional roller coaster...I hope it made sense.

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