Spar With The Truth

I wake up to an alarm noise, something that was surely annoying as hell. I roll over, groaning, but instead of placing my arm on the sheets, it lands on another human being. My eyes flicker open to see the familiar little redhead.
"Alco, we gotta wake up," I mumble, my voice being barely understandable.
"Why?" he groans, rolling over to face me.
"It's Monday," I answer. "School."
"Can't I just skip today?" he asks, giving me a pouty face. I sigh.
"We skip today, and then we go back tomorrow," I tell him. "Deal?"
"Fine," Alan mutters, throwing his hand onto the alarm clock. "But now I can't go back to sleep."
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because once I wake up, I can't go to sleep," he replies. "I don't know why, I just can't."
"It's seven in the morning," I say. "What are we gonna do today?"
Alan looks into my eyes, smirking.
"I have an idea..." he trails off, moving himself on top of me so that he's straddling me.
"You are one horny boy, you know that?" I tell him. Alan's smirk only grows wider.
"I have a case of morning wood," Alan says nonchalantly.
"That's wonderful," I state. "I have a case of 'I have to pee'."
"Oh, ew! Gross!" Alan screeches, dragging out the 'O' in gross. He immediately gets off of me. "Go pee."
"Will gladly do," I respond, heading out to the bathroom to do my business.
[A/N: while shay pees lets talk about how DayShell, Tyler Shippy followed me on Twitter & Shay on insta, shall we?]
"Don't take too long!" I hear Alan shout from the bedroom. I roll my eyes as I wash my hands.
"Calm your tits!" I holler back, leaving the bathroom. I hear a thud, shaking the wooden floorboards. I open the bedroom door to witness a hysterically laughing Alan whom appears to be rolling around on the floor.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing?" I ask, giggling at the sight. I close the door behind me, walking to stand before the hyena Alan.
"I was waiting for you to come back," he answers, pointing toward the (very) obvious bulge in his boxers. "He isn't happy."
"On the contrary, he looks very happy," I state. Alan rolls his eyes, getting off of the floor.
"Well then he doesn't wanna be happy," he pouts.
"Awe, you're so cute," I say in a baby 'goo goo gah gah' voice, pinching his cheeks gently.
"Stahp it," Alan groans, wrapping his arms around my neck. "And kiss me."
I don't have to be told twice.
I cup Alan's cheeks, planting my lips onto his. He immediately kisses back, wrapping his arms around my neck. I move my hands to his waist. Alan jumps up, wrapping his legs around me.
I pin him against the door, moving my lips to his neck, making many butterfly kisses.
"Ugh f-fuck, Shay," Alan moans, digging his nails into my back.
*insert a phone ringtone here*
"Is that your phone?" I breathe, my face buried in his neck.
"Unfortunately, yes," Alan responds, his breathing erradicated.
"Ignore it," I say quietly, beginning to kiss his neck again.
"Shay..." he mumbles in a warning tone.
"What?" I ask innocently, nipping gently at his neck.
"M-My pho- Ugh," Alan replies, being cut off by his own moan. I smirk, as I walk over and place him on the bed.
"Here is your phone," I say, handing over the paper-thin device.
"You dickhead," he mutters, unlocking the phone. "And you are right, I should've ignored this."
"Who's it from?" I ask as I plop down onto the bed, regretting it immediately. I shouldn't be so nosy.
"Nobody important," Alan answers, moving himself so that he is straddling me. "Now can we just please take care of this problem?"
"What problem?" I ask. Alan sends a playful glare towards me, pointing down to his quite obvious bulge.
"This is starting to get painful, y'know," he says. "And don't act like your guy isn't happy either." I look down and see that Alan's right. How I didn't notice that, I have no idea. I feel my face grow hot.
Instead of replying to Alan, I press my lips to his. Alan leans us over, so that I am laying on the bed with him atop of me.
"I really really like you," he whispers, breaking the kiss for a mere moment before pressing his lips once again to mine. He licks my lips, and gently tugs on my hair.
"F-Fuck," I gasp, giving Alan the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth.
I still am not used to the idea of tongue kissing.
I ruffle my hands through Alan's shaggy ginger hair, as our kiss becomes more and more passionate and intense. Alan breaks our kiss, moving his head to my neck, nibbling it slightly before beginning to suck on it.
"Oh my Go- FUCK!" I groan, as he's found my sweet spot.
Alan lifts his head away from my neck, looking at me with a devious smirk on his face.
[A/N: ok just a warning, this book will contain some pretty kinky shit. dont ask bc idk]
"Let's get this shirt off of you," Alan suggests, fiddling around with the hem of my shirt. He begins to lift it up, and I pull it the rest of the way off. Alan grins, leaning down. He begins to make butterfly kisses along my chest, stopping when he arrives at my lower waist.
"May I?" he asks slowly, his confidence dropping mightily. I nod, sending him a reassuring smile. He slides down my sweatpants, leaving me only left in my boxers. Alan begins to palm me through my boxers.
"Mmhff," I groan, grabbing the sheets.
Alan pulls down my boxers, revealing my length. He stops for a moment, just staring at it.
"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to hold back my laughter. I swear, he's just fucking staring at it.
"Hmm? Oh, um, sorry," Alan stammers, his face blossoming into a fiery red. "It's just.. holy shit, Shay. Look at you!"
"What?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "How on Earth is my dick special?!" [A/N: LOL]
"Do you not see how fucking huge this shalong is?" he says, grabbing it. I bite my lip.
"Errr..." I trail off, unable to respond. I feel my face grow hot. Alan rolls his eyes playfully.
"You're lucky that I like you," he says before taking my member into his mouth.
"S-Shit," I groan as he bobs his head up and down, jerking what he couldn't fit into his mouth.
Alan flicks his honey-golden eyes up to look into mine, licking my member from base to tip. He pays extra attention to the tip, swirling his tongue around.
"F-Fuckery," I moan, my hips jolting up unintentionally, sending my member furthur down Alan's throat.
Alan uses his free hand to slide down his boxers (as best as he can) and begins to jerk himself.
I'm not gonna lie, that's pretty hot.
Alan takes me out of his mouth, letting go of himself and I. He straddles me once again, pressing his lips to mine. I gently break away before giving him a look.
"Do you not realise where your mouth has been?!" I say, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Yes, I do," he replies. "You can't be afraid of your own penis, Shay." [A/N: Can't. Stop. LOLing.]
"I am not afraid of my friend!" I protest.
"Then why can't I kiss you?" he asks. I roll my eyes.
"Fine, kiss me again, Princess," I mumble, brushing my lips against his. Alan immediately kisses back, grinding his hips into mine. [A/N: while writing that, I just smashed my foot. ow.]
Alan smiles into the kiss, and continues to grind his hips against mine. I begin to feel the familiar warmness in the pit of my stomach.
"C-Close," I stammer out, my breathing becoming extremely staggered.
"Me too," Alan breathes. He sits up, lining is member against mine. "I think I'll try something new." I furrow my eyebrows, paying attention to what he's doing.
Alan takes his hand and wraps his fingers around both of our members, so that they're next to each other.
"What the Hell..?" I ask. I'm confused.
"I don't know," Alan says. "I saw it once."
"Saw? You saw it?" I ask.
"Shush, this is not the time to ask if I watch porn or not," Alan mutters.
[A/N: I don't watch porn ok, I read this part in a one-shot once. Jeez.]
"I wasn't going to ask that," I say.
"Alright then," he says. "Let's see if this is pleasurable or not."
"Go for it," I say. He nods.
Alan begins to jerk his hand. I can honestly say, this is really fucking strange. Never would I have thought that my dick would ever meet another human's. Like, ever. [A/N: this chapter is getting weirder and kinkier by the second dear god]
"This is not working very well," Alan says.
"It works," I say. "But it's not enough."
"Mm, true," Alan says. "Fuck the new shit, I know how to make you scream."
"Do it."
Alan grabs my member and begins to flick his wrist quickly.
"Umf, fuck," I moan, throwing my head back into the pillows.
"Does that feel good?" Alan asks in a seductive tone.
"Holy fuckery," I groan. "Y-Yes."
"Scream for me," he demands, grabbing his own member with his other hand. He begins to jerk himself off as well.
"Agh, shit!" I shout. "S-so close."
Alan takes this chance to move his wrist faster. I didn't even know that was fucking possible.
"A-ALAN!" I scream, shooting onto my stomach. Alan smirks.
I sit up, ignoring the sticky jizz on my stomach, and reach over to grab Alan's member.
"My turn," I say cheerily, "to make you scream."
"Good luck with that," Alan chuckles. I flip us over so that I'm on top, and lean down.
I can do this...
I lick Alan's member from base to tip, copying his moves. I was still somewhat new to this, I wasn't experienced and fucking Hell, I'm still a virgin (unless Alan and I did have sex the day we woke up in the bathtub, I don't honestly know).
"Goddamn, Shay," Alan moans, throwing his head back. I grab his member, and take him into my mouth. If Alan was aware I was copying every move to me, well, I don't think he cares.
I bob my mouth up and down, looking at Alan for his reactions. I wanted to make him feel good, and I think I'm somewhat successful at this point.
"Close," Alan warns me. I give him a thumbs up to let him know I heard him.
[A/N: *facepalm*]
I take him out of my mouth, and simply use my hand. I continue to flick my wrist as my thumb brushes against the tip of his member.
"Sweet Jesus," Alan groans loudly. Loud enough I swear that the neighbours could've heard us (if we even had any).
I take him back into my mouth, bobbing up and down once again. Alan's fingers ruffle through my hair, as he moans.
"S-Shay," he moans, his hips jolting upward.
[A/N: awkwaarrddd]
"Ungh," Alan screams as he shoots into my mouth. "S-Shay-yley!"
I have absolutely no clue what the fuck I am supposed to do with the shit in my mouth.
I take him out of my mouth, and look at Alan.
"What?" Alan asks. I point to my mouth. He rolls his eyes. "Swallow it, dumbass."
I roll my eyes, swallowing the bittersweet taste of his ejaculation. [A/N: I hate that word... *shudded*]
"I'm hungry," I say. Alan bursts out laughing.
"What?" I whine.
"God Shay, I fucking love you," Alan says, wrapping his arms around me.
Alan loves me?
-x-
Word Count: idk mobile device
Title Credit: In The Mood (by) Covette
First, I AM SORRY FOR PROCRASTINATING WHEN UPDATING THIS ;-; had a small case of writers block so u get smut.
This book is gonna be pretty smutty, warning u now.
P.s. I made a book called "songs 4 books" it has the playlists for this book & others so go check it out if ur curious :3 (and check out "night vision" if u haven't its also bashby haha)

Notes

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