do i wanna know?

ever thought of calling when you've had a few? 'cause i always do.

[suttonbay-blog]

rileyackerman:

Riley prickles a bit at the comment, despite him knowing that Sutton was merely fucking with him. It seems to bring him back to reality, however, and he’s snatching his shirt back before he can stop himself, holding the fabric up to his bare chest to cover it up somewhat. “This— this was stupid,” he mumbles through a whisper, pushing himself back off of the wall and shouldering past the other boy. “I don’t know why I thought it’d be a good idea to put myself through this shit again.” he says, already pulling his t-shirt back on over his head.

Watching Riley grab his shirt back and slip it on causes Sutton to frown. Is there boy really going to be... well, such a little bitch about what he had said? He probably ought to have as much though. He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a low laugh. "Seriously?" he mumbles before rolling his eyes. "Does that mean that we're going to be working on the project now?" He doubts that will be the answer. Judging by the way that Riley's acting, he'll probably decide that now is the time to kick Sutton out.

[suttonbay-blog]

rileyackerman:

Though there’s something absolutely enticing about the way Sutton suddenly wants to see more of him, being exposed in front of the other boy sends a strike of fear throughout Riley. Not that he wasn’t ashamed of the way he looked or anything—two years of getting bullied had finally taught him to start putting time in at the gym, which more or less kept the assholes off his back for the time being—but Sutton still had his way of making him feel completely and utterly insecure most of the time. Despite his hesitation, he peels the fabric off anyways, letting it fall to the floor.

Sutton might have had a biting comment prepared for when he saw Riley's body, but that dies on the tip of his tongue. All that he ends up doing is letting out a strange sounding laugh and running a hand thorough his curls and shrugging slightly. "Nice," he says softly, shaking his head slowly. "Could be better though, but hey. Can't ya say that about everything?" There was a hint of a laugh to his voice now that might have sounded the faintest bit mocking.

[suttonbay-blog]

rileyackerman:

There’s a sudden knot forming at the pit of Riley’s stomach; one that won’t lessen no matter how hard the boy tries to quell it. He knows good and well of the repercussions that were likely to come from their actions, but he can’t seem to stop for the life of him. He blames it on the ridiculous crush he had harbored over the boy during their many years of friendship (the crush being the main reason he had been so devastated at Sutton initially dropping him altogether). He refuses to think about how torn apart he’ll be when he leaves Riley once again — instead he arches up into the other boy’s body, whimpering somewhat pathetically into the kiss. “Please,” he pants against the seam of the boy’s lips, not entirely sure what it was he was asking for.

Sutton smirks against Riley's. There is no doubt in his mind that things are going his way. Whatever short lack of control there had been on his end has faded away quickly as a plea fell from the boy's lips. He takes that as incentive to toy with the hem of the boy's t-shirt. "Shirt's stupid," he mumbles. "Take it off?" He phrases the last bit as a question, as if he's giving Riley the chance to back out.

[suttonbay-blog]

rileyackerman:

Riley huffs out an indignant sigh — that wasn’t what he meant. ”Yeah, but what are you doing he—" He’s unable to finish his thought, however, as Sutton is leaning forward to crash their lips together once more. Riley makes a quite, little noise at the sudden contact — somewhere between a whimper and a failed protest — and then his fingers are moving to the back of Sutton’s neck to thread through the hairs along the base.

No matter how long he has to do it, Sutton plans to maintain that he's here for the project. Maybe they haven't gotten any work done yet and maybe Sutton doesn't plan on being saddled with any of it, but that was beside the point. If it weren't for the project, he wouldn't have even spoken to Riley... And a part of Sutton is almost thankful for the assignment because of it. Not that he'll ever utter a word of that to anybody... especially not Riley. He lets out a soft moan as he feel Riley's fingers tangling into his hair, pressing his body closer.

[suttonbay-blog]

rileyackerman:

—And more teasing. Riley would roll his eyes if he hadn’t already expected this exact behavior. Sutton had always been like this, unfortunately; and while it might’ve been something that he had once found endearing, it had certainly been grating on his nerves these days. Before he’s able to stop himself, Riley leans forward just the slightest bit—not enough as to close the gap between the two of them, but close enough to where he’s able to feel the other boy’s breath against his lips. “Then what are you still doing here, Sutton?” He challenges — because, really, if he didn’t care in some shape or form, then what the hell was he sticking around for? Surely there were people amongst his crowd that he could get off with — people who wouldn’t ‘tarnish’ his reputation like Riley certainly would — so why bother? “I dare you.”

Sutton chews on his lower lip for a moment as if he's trying to figure out what happens next. Because, right now, Riley seems to have gained the upper hand. He doesn't think that that's quite fair nor does he understand how it happened, but the next second, he's fumbling for words. "It's... the project," he argues. His voice is weak. There's no conviction there and if Riley calls him out, he isn't sure what else he could say on the matter. "Dare me? Like I'll fall for that," he mumbles. The statement is a little unnecessary because, the next thing that Sutton knows, he's crashing their lips together.

[suttonbay-blog]

rileyackerman:

Sutton was testing him — Riley knew that — and while part of him wanted nothing more than to prove the other wrong—prove that he wasn’t someone that stood down to someone just because they were more popular than him—there was also a much bigger part of him that was starting to fall back into his insecurities beneath the intensity of Sutton’s glare, a part of him that was weakened down by his former feelings for the other boy. “Well, for one—” he swallows, garnering up every ounce of courage that he could possibly muster, though it was clear his voice was still wavering the slightest bit. “—you could kiss me like you mean it." Riley offers it up as a challenge almost, brown eyes daring to look up at the other boy for his reaction.

There was a flicker of something behind Riley's eyes. Was it doubt? Sutton wasn't sure, but it filled him with with a certain rush of confidence. He liked to feel a certain sense of power over the other, like a feeling of control that he wasn't about to give up for anything. "Kiss you like I mean it?" he asked with a bit of a smile. "And if I don't mean it?" He ran a hand through his hair at that, reaching forward to get a tight grip on the other's shoulders. "I could," he mumbled as he leaned close so that their lips almost met. "If I wanted to."

[suttonbay-blog]

rileyackerman:

Riley roles his eyes almost on instinct; while he might’ve found the other boy’s teasing funny—cute, even—at some point, it was merely an annoyance at this point. “I’d rather you call me nothing, actually. There’s more useful things your mouth could be doing, really.” And— okay, he was never really this blunt or rude about things, but it was quite obvious that Sutton brought out the worst in him these days. And though he wouldn’t necessarily admit it, the confidence in his words was nothing more than bravado, really — this new Sutton intimidated him, so Riley figured if he was able to match the other boy’s confidence, maybe Sutton would stop treating him so poorly. It was quite a pathetic thing to think of someone who had already ditched him long ago, but it was still a thought he desperately clung to in the back of his mind.

For whatever reason, Sutton has the gall to let out a huff. Better things? Like all he was good for was making out. What a load of crap that was. There were a lot of things that he was good for and Riley was going to ave to learn that sooner or later. For now, though, Sutton was banking on the answer being later. Ruffling his long curls, he shrugged a bit. "Maybe so... Care to elaborate?" he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he cocked his head to the side slightly. He was pretty sure that Riley wouldn't, but on the off chance that the other boy some balls, he wanted to hear that makeshift answer. "I'm waiting..."

[suttonbay-blog]

rileyackerman:

He finds himself shivering at the touch of Sutton’s fingertips against his bare skin. Damn him. He hated that his former friend was able to do this to him, and he hated that he’d probably go back to ignoring Riley the minute he left. It filled him with a sort of rage that he wasn’t quite accustomed to — but he couldn’t very well stop for the life of him. His eyes narrow the slightest bit, a look of hurt momentarily crossing his face. “You— you’re not allowed to call me that anymore.”

It's almost like Sutton wants to apologize at the look on Riley's face. There's this urge, looming underneath his skin like he needs to change things, but he won't. He never does. Shaking his head, Sutton lets out a soft laugh. "Is there something that you'd prefer I call you?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow slightly. "Ackerman? Want me to call you by your last name?"

[rileyackerman-blog]

Riley attempts to make a bored sort of noise, but it gets caught somewhere in his throat, along with the groan that’s threatening to escape. “Maybe,” he admits, though he refuses to delve any further into that, instead digging his nails into the skin of the boy’s shoulders — almost as means of punishment, though he’s not entirely what it was he would be punishing him for. "But I’m sure it’s nothing you could prove," he says after a moment; as if the way Riley was arching up into him currently wasn’t proof enough.

[suttonbay-blog]

Laughing softly as he slides his hands up the back of Riley's shirt, Sutton doesn't dignify that with a response, he pressed his body closer. He lets their hips meet slightly, letting out a soft groan as he felt the boy's nails down his back. "We both like it," he says with another laugh before cocking his head to the side slightly. "Why fight it, Riles?" he asks with a distinct pout on his face as he let the childhood nickname slip out.

[suttonbay-blog]

Riley finds himself moaning happily at the aggressive way in which Sutton kisses him, a sharp intake of breath following the tight grip that the boy had on his hips. Still— he refused to give the other boy the satisfaction of knowing how pleased he was with their current standings—despite it already being quite obvious with the noises that were falling past his lips. Riley couldn’t help but want to push the other boy further, see all that he could pull from Sutton with his relentless teasing. “Might take a bit more than that, mate,” he grins, hands moving up to grip the boy’s shoulders, nails digging into the skin there.

[suttonbay-blog]

Humming, Sutton feels a little bit angry over the fact that none of his half-assed attempts to prove himself -- despite not wanting to admit as much. "Shut up," he mumbles then pulls lightly at Riley's hair because something ought to shut the boy up and this is just as good of a guess as any. "You like it," he says after a beat then huffs. "I know that you like it. No use in trying to hide it, right?" He doesn't think so. There's nothing wrong with enjoying an easy makeout session, whether or not you like the person or not. He hardly thinks tha the can stand Riley, but this... this is nice.

[rileyackerman-blog]

Riley refuses to give the other boy the satisfaction, so instead works on distracting Sutton with his mouth—which was working quite well in his opinion. “Second hottest — maybe," he mumbles in response, though his thoughts are steadily screaming at him in disagreement. There was no question about it, really. Not that the two guys he had gotten off with before this were hideous or anything — they just failed horribly at looking quiet as good as Sutton. And— okay, that was certainly a thought that he wouldn’t be voicing aloud anytime soon. “M’afraid you haven’t quite proven yourself just yet, Sutton.” He’s egging the other on, if anything, interested in seeing how far he could push his former friend. Then he’s pressing forward, hips pushing up into the heat of the other boy, a not-at-all manly whimper passing his lips at the contact.

[suttonbay-blog]

Sutton wonders for a moment if the other knows what a good kisser he is. He might not be perfect, might not even be trying his hardest, but this has to be one of the best makeout sessions that he's had in a while. He doesn't plan on telling Riley as much though, instead laughing against the other boy's lips before reaching back down to pinch at his hips idly. "Proving myself?" he mumbles incredulously as if it's wrong for Riley to believe that he's done anything other than the best damn job that he could be doing. And as if he has a sudden desire to prove that, he grabs Riley's hips roughly before capturing the boy's lips in an aggressive manner.

[suttonbay-blog]

Riley grins, satisfied with the way Sutton’s lips part so easily for him, and doesn’t waste a second in slipping his tongue past the seam of the boy’s lips. His former friend seemed pretty set on asserting his dominance earlier on, but Riley much preferred being the one to press Sutton against the wall — loved showing the other boy that he wasn’t that same, timid little boy that others saw him as at school. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he grins, figuring the other boy deserved a bit of cheek. “But, no — you’re not exactly the first boy I’ve brought up to my room. So you may not be as special as you pretend to be, Sut,” he tells him, though it’s nowhere near as harsh as he means for it to be, too distracted with his hands rucking up the other boy’s t-shirt and exploring the bare skin there.

[suttonbay-blog]

Sutton huffs a little because, yeah, he is a little curious as to how many people the other has been with. He wonders if their numbers are in any way comparable. Maybe Riley's been with more guys than Sutton. That'd be laughable. He isn't even sure if he'd believe it if he heard it though. He hummed. "'M special," he mumbled, backing up to toss his shirt to the side. "Probably the hottest guy who's been in here," he mumbled, letting his skin brush up against Riley's and relishing in the feeling of it before their lips met once more.

[rileyackerman-blog]

—Then stop. He doesn’t, of course — if anything, he pushes into the kiss all the more, another noise falling past his lips at the rough pull of his hair. He shouldn’t want this; shouldn’t want the feeling of Sutton’s bare skin pressed up against his own, but he’s already moving away to tug his shirt off before he can second guess his decision. As he tosses the fabric aside, he can already feel a flush rising to his cheeks. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been in this position before—despite his current status of ‘loser,’ Riley had gotten off with another guy before this—and as cocky as it sounded, it wasn’t as if he had anything to be ashamed of in bearing his chest, what with him spending the better part of the past two months at the gym in hopes of getting Sutton’s ‘friends’ backing the hell off. Still— it was Sutton, and everything about his former friend intimidated him, especially now that they were in this situation in particular. Before the other is able to comment on the loss of the article clothing, however, Riley is pulling him back into another searing kiss, licking at the seem of the boy’s lips the moment the contact is restored.

[suttonbay-blog]

All that Sutton wants to do is comment on Riley stood in front of him shirtless. His eyes rake over the other boy for a moment before their lips are reconnected.. He wants to complain about it, about not being able to get a good look, but a larger part of him simply seemed to serve to just part his lips for Riley. "If I didn't know better, I might say you've had some practice," he mumbled against the other boy's lips.

[rileyackerman-blog]

Riley makes an indignant noise, one that’s somewhere between a growl and a whine, pushing the other boy up against his bedroom wall in the process. “You talk too much — shut up,” he breaths out, lips attaching themselves to the crook of the boy’s jaw, nipping at the skin almost as a way of punishing Sutton. He pulls back momentarily, eyes narrowing into a glare that had little to no heat behind it whatsoever. “You don’t know me, Bay. I could very well change my mind at any point,” he challenges, though he’s slotting their legs together and pushing his hips forward as he does so. “And you’re giving me more and more reason to do so the more you talk,” his eyebrow quirks up in a challenge, despite the fact that he, very clearly, does not plan on stopping at any point.

[suttonbay-blog]

Sutton laughs against Riley's lips because, wow, this is far more fun than he would have ever thought that it would be. Not that he had thought about this. Much. Humming at the feeling, he reached up to slightly lace his fingers through Riley's hair, he pulls at it roughly. "Then stop," he replies breathlessly, hoping that comment doesn't exactly work before pressing their lips together once more so that he didn't have to hear the other boy's voice.

[suttonbay-blog]

Riley can’t help but roll his eyes at the other boy’s statement, an over-exaggerated sigh passing his lips. “I’d be a lot more inclined to believe you, hadn’t you insisted I lead the way,” he quirks his eyebrow up in a challenge, but reaches forward to take hold of the boy’s hand anyways, already starting to lead the way upstairs and towards his bedroom. He kicks open the door with ease as soon as he’s arrived, pulling the other boy in by the grip he has on his shirt. “Now c’mon. Before I change my mind,” he breathes out, leaning up once more to capture Sutton’s lips with his own, his own mind shouting at him to stop all the while.

[suttonbay-blog]

Sutton shrugs. "Just because I don't take the lead in your house..." he trails off, not contributing the argument that he can almost feel brewing and instead obediently followed behind Riley into the other's bedroom. He hums at the comment, not sure what's supposed to change Riley's mind about the situation. He doesn't think that it's going to be anything that he doesn't do, but rather what he does. "Change your mind?" he says softly against Riley's lips as he pressed their hips together lightly. "I don't think that you could."

[suttonbay-blog]

“Well — I’m certainly not saying that we shouldn’t.” Really articulate of you, Riley. “Why? Would you even remember where it was?” He’s quirking his eyebrow up in question, the snark returning with ease, though there’s something of a light tease behind his tone this time around. Despite their lips being detached, Riley couldn’t stop his hands from roaming, moving across the expanse of Sutton’s back and beneath the hem of his shirt. He just wanted to touch everywhere, and the frustrating thing about it was, was the fact that he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why this sudden desire has arisen in the first place — when mere minutes ago he was wanting nothing more than to sock the other boy in the jaw.

[suttonbay-blog]

The laugh that Sutton lets out at that comment is quite airy and effortless. He can't help it. Riley's statement is a little incredulous to him. "Of course I remember," he mumbles, shaking his head. "Unless things've changed around here..." he mumbles as he took half a step back so that Riley's hands will fall from him with a slight smirk. He doesn't know that it's the right thing to do, but he can try things out. The worst that could happen is Riley could tell him to leave. It isn't high on Sutton's list of things that he wants to happen. That doesn't mean that he can't deal with it though. Shrugging, he smirks at the other boy. "If you wanna go to your room though, I want you to lead the way. That gonna work?" he asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

[rileyackerman-blog]

Riley’s slotting his mouth open without second thoughT, something short of a whine falling from his lips before he can catch it. What the fuck are we doing? He means to ask the question—he genuinely does—but the words are caught in his throat, and the statement that follows the minute he pulls back from the kiss is nothing like what he original intended to say. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this in the hallway,” he breathes, nose pressed against the line of the other boy’s jaw, eyes reaching up to meet Sutton’s. There’s no question as to what he may be inferring, what with the heat that was currently resting behind his gaze. You’re smarter than this Riley — don’t do this.

[suttonbay-blog]

Sutton's easily getting the swing of things, slipping his tongue into Riley's mouth. He isn't going to make any attempts to even have a semblance of a battle for dominance -- he wants to make it blatantly clear that he's the person in charge here. He shrugs at Riley's comment then lets out a soft laugh. "Are you trying to get me to go back to your bedroom?" he asks with a slight smirk as he runs a hand through his hair. "Because I'm not saying no. Just need to clarify."