Turning Tables (BoyxBoy)

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for the long wait. I've been hit by a crazy load of schoolworks, so I don't really have much time to write anything.  

I know that lots of you guys would probably hate me after reading this chapter. But what can I do. I'm an evil person. Hehe. I want to put a little twist into the story so that it won't be boring.  

So, without further ado, happy reading! Vote and comment, guys. Love you! 

This chapter is dedicated to beacielos, who motivates me to keep writing this story

Handsome Cooper ->

Ryan's POV

"What a stupid carrier," I mutter to myself as I check my phone and see a text from Dan. 

  Are you still coming to pick me up? :) 

It's very obvious that he's so into me based on how many times he has embarrassed himself whenever I'm around with his stupid antics. And boy, doesn't it entertain me to no end to see him squirming nervously in my presence.  

It's just too easy to fool him with my charms, and voila. Now I have a blushing carrier in my clutch. Let's just see how long it will take for me to have him in my bed. After all, that's what makes me seduce him in the first place. I've become bored with girls, so I think it's time for me to take my game to the next level and catch a carrier instead to be my next victim. And who is better than Dan Sanders? No one, that is. Well, to be honest, his best friend Ash would make a better choice, but I won't take the risk of pissing off his husband.  

  I am. Wait for me :) 

I can imagine he's squealing in his annoying high-pitched voice right now as he reads my text. Ugh. Things I do to get laid. Maybe I should end this and go back to Mandy. God knows she's been desperately trying to get into my pants for weeks.  

Nah. This Sanders carrier is too good for me to pass. 

Grabbing my bag in my way out, I leave the empty house since my parents have gone to work. It takes 15 minutes of driving from my house to his house. I grumble as I pull out of the driveway. I should be sleeping right now if I don't have to seduce his sweet, little ass. 

I send him a quick text when I'm in front of his house. As I wait for him, I look at his big house and notice that there are three cars parked in the front of the house. Huh. What a typical. A carrier with a rich daddy and mommy ready to feed him with silver spoon anytime anywhere. I hate that kind of people. I bet he never works a day in his life. 

I know that it's pretty hypocrite for me to say things like that since my parents are quite wealthy themselves. But at least I never ask for their money besides my monthly allowance. I work to get things that I want. I hate to be dependent on anyone, including my parents. 

"He's a very good driver! Can I go now?" 

I can hear the faint sound of Dan's screaming even from my car. Can you understand why I hate his voice so much? It's just so loud, and high-pitched, and annoying. I get headache whenever he screeches like a witch. 

Oh Lord, please give me more patient as I work my way into his pants. 

"Hi, Ryan! Good morning!" a red-faced Dan climbs into my car, "you have a good morning, right? I hope you do!" 

He continues babbling like an idiot even after he's seated. I know that it's part of his habit to talk nonstop when he's nervous, and he's always nervous when he's around me. And I know that he can manage to continue rambling if I let him. I'll have a severe headache if I have to listen to him yapping for another minute, so I cut him off.