Meadows and Flowersaa

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

For Clay.  It's not so good, but what the heck, it's new for me so I figgure I'll get better as I write the couple more.

Title:  Medows and Flowers
Pairing:  Ryan/Greg
Rating:  R
Disclaimer: Don' own, don't sue. Please?'
Author's notes:  I did something I said I could never do.  Write a Ryan/Greg fluff.  For you my friend.  I hope you at least tolerate it.

 

“Race you!” Greg shouted as he kicked off his shoes and sped toward the little hill toward the meadow.

 

“In your dreams Proops,” Ryan growled as he, too, kicked off his shoes and pelted off after the shorter, laughing man. 

 

The difference in height made the race a short one and Greg found himself tackled from behind.  They both went down, tumbling over and over and over again in the patches of colorful and fragrant blooms coloring the mesa. 

 

Ryan landed on top, of course, and smothered Greg’s mouth with his own in deep, passionate kiss.  The feeling of Greg squirming under him was very pleasant indeed, and so Ryan was content to lie there feeling their erections brush against one another though the light layers of cloth.  Two sets of hands tangled in two sets of hair as they slaked their hunger against one another. 

 

Then Ryan removed one of his hands from Greg’s thick hair and reached into the pocked of this raggedy jeans, coming up with a tube of lubrication.  Setting it aside, he set to work on stripping Greg of his clothes until he was naked as the day he was born.  Then he did the same to himself, well aware of those dark eyes taking in every inch of naked skin that because to be revealed to him.

 

Finally naked, Ryan reached for the tube and surprised the living hell out of the smaller man by lubing first Greg’s stone hard erection, then his own heated entrance.  He then turned over onto his own stomach and raised his knees, spreading them, his invitation clear to even a blind man.

 

“Uh…Ry?”

 

“Mm?”

 

“Don’t we...usually do this, you know, the other way?”

 

“I decided I wanted to do it this way.  Unless you wanted to do it the way we usually do.”  Turning his head, he met Greg’s eyes directly.  “Do you want to fuck me?”

 

“Fuck yes!”

 

“It’s what I what I want too.  So let’s get to it, shall we?”

 

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Greg crawled over to where Ryan was presenting himself, feeling as if he was in a dream.  The air was warm and fragrant with the wildflowers blooming all over the place, and the musk from Ryan’s body was coming off in waves. 

 

Greg’s mouth was filled almost over with saliva.  To touch.  To taste.  To sheath himself inside that hot, magnificent body.

 

 

He was a little wobbly as he, too, raised upon his knees, his cock as hard as it had ever been.  Clamping his hands on Ryan’s hips, he pressed just the crown into the sphincter, but Ryan’s moans urged him on and soon he was fully sheathed, and god was it almost the most fantastic thing he ever felt in his life!  He knew Ryan was aroused too, and so he didn’t bother to take his time, instead pushing and pulling and adjusting until he could slam his cock as far as he could into the other man’s body.

 

His right hand left Ryan’s hip and slid sensuously between hip and thigh to grasp Ryan’s huge, thick erection and pump and tug it in time to his thrusts. 

 

It had been a long time for him this way and he knew orgasm was coming soon, but he didn’t want to stop it.   It was just too damn good.  He tugged Ryan’s erection harder, switching techniques until the moans he’d come to know very well indeed.  But it was too late for him and he spas med into the tight, oh, so hot body of his lover as if he was never gonna stop. 

 

When he finally did, he used the last of his strength to flip the nearly boneless body to his back, slipped down and sucked him the rest of the way off, enjoying every bittersweet drop that sprayed into his open and greedy mouth.

 

When Ryan was spent, he pulled Greg up his body so they were of a line, so to speak given their height differences and possessed Greg’s swollen lips  as if they held the secret of ambrosia in them.

 

Then they rested, tangled together, awaiting their heart rates and breathing to go down.  Holding hands, they watched the flowers and the birds and the sun as it was beginning to set.  It was getting a little chilly, but the heat of their bodies pressed so close together kept them warm until twilight descended, and  Ryan, first to break the spell, hobbled to his feet, dragging Greg up with him.  Standing back of the other man, he crossed his arms around Greg’s chest and rested his head briefly on his shoulder, nuzzling and taking in lungfuls of that intoxicating scent to be remembered for some time to come.

 

Greg clasped his hands over Ryan’s and turned slightly, whispering “I love you, you know.”

 

“I know,” Ryan said seriously.  “And I love you.”

 

If Greg’s smile could have gotten any broader, it would have split his face in two.

 

Still holding hands, the lovers carefully made their way back down the small hill, each knowing something about the other that he hadn’t before, and each cherishing it in the brightest part of their hearts.

 

FIN

Comments

[desiredeffect.livejournal.com]

Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! :D There's not nearly enough cheerful Ry/Greg going around.

This totally made my day =D After you know, being scarred by Frankenstiles. *cackles*

[simplysly.livejournal.com]

awww, the sweetness. It's really almost cute, in a hot way.

What a Combo!

[the-empressar.livejournal.com]

Just enough fluff and just enough Porn-iness to put The Empress into pleasant dreamland nicely!!!

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

Holding hands, they watched the flowers and the birds and the sun as it was beginning to set. -- *laughs* Okay, I'm loving this story, but please let me (playfully, mind) mock the "flowers and birds." ^_^ I'm still an angst girl at heart.

Standing back of the other man, he crossed his arms around Greg’s chest and rested his head briefly on his shoulder -- I absolutely adore backwards hugs. This is just the best imagery ever. Thank you. ^_^

Greg clasped his hands over Ryan’s and turned slightly, whispering “I love you, you know.”
“I know,” Ryan said seriously. “And I love you.”
--And of course I just love this to death. Again, great imagery, and I especially like how calm and just nice it is.

*hugs tightly* You're such a sweetheart for doing this. ^_^ Thank you so much. And I love it.

[sungreen70.livejournal.com]

Whoa. Very hot! **fans self** Nice imagery too, as always from you! Good job :)

[almostjulie.livejournal.com]

mmmm. fluff's always nice.

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

Greg clasped his hands over Ryan’s and turned slightly, whispering “I love you, you know.”

“I know,” Ryan said seriously. “And I love you.” Awwwwz! That's luffly.(which is a merge of fluffy and lovely). I admire your ability to just say "fuck it" and write, even out of your comfort zone. Not only write, but do it bloody well too. You write it with as much passion as you do your own OTP. Major kudos to you.

I wanted to ask, how did you get on at the airport with your tens machine?