http://improvfan88.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
improvfan88.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
wl_fanfiction2010-01-18 01:20 pm
improvfan88.livejournal.com) wrote in wl_fanfiction2010-01-18 01:20 pm
Entry tags:
Psychosocial - Chapter 4
Hi! I know that I've not posted for a long time so hopefully this will make it up! I give you smut and in the next chapter MORE SMUT!
Author: improvfan88.
Story: Psychosocial.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Ry/Col.
Disclaimer: It's AU. Duh.
Psychosocial - Chapter 4
After my outburst in the evidence room, Ryan was keeping a close eye on me. Truth was, I felt immensely better after it. I had been scared shitless since that morning and seeing Sherwood's body hadn't helped matters. The killer was right. I did know what he was capable of. During Esten's second interview, I was thinking about whether I had done the right thing staying on the case. I really was risking my life doing this. On the other hand, I was doing a major part of this case now. I also couldn't deny that Ryan was a big part of why I was staying too. I didn't know what it was but I felt a great pull towards him. He obviously felt the same way judging from his actions in the evidence room. I'm glad he stopped me though. He was right. I did want to have him, but I needed it more. I was only going to be using him as a way to try to forget that I had a maniac possibly after me. And he didn't deserve that. But I couldn't forget the feel of his lips against mine.
We booked Sherwood's phone into the lab, asking for all the pictures and text to be printed out, the last ten photos to be printed larger and as clearly as possible, and all for all phone calls to be transcribed. Ryan then grabbed my hand, dragged me back to his office, forced my jacket on me and then dragged me back outside. We had a quick cigarette and discussed the pizza we were going to order.
"What about pepperoni?" I asked him.
"Nah, I don't like it."
"Chicken?"
"OK."
"Anything else?"
"Anchovies."
"Not happening."
"Why?"
"Anchovies are disgusting."
"I like them."
"Not happening."
"Who's house are you staying at?"
"Who's ordering the pizza?"
He raised his eyebrow at me. I raised my own back. He put his hand in his pocket. I put my hand in mine. He pulled out his car keys. I pulled out my phone. He took a draw on his smoke. I took a draw on mine. He clicked the button for the locks on the car. I flipped open my phone. He stared at me. I stared back. He realised something and smiled. I didn't realise anything and frowned.
"You know the number?"
Bollocks.
In the end, I ended up ordering a chicken pizza with smelly anchovies on half of it. I could see Ryan grinning as he drove, pleased with winning. I let him enjoy his moment. In fact, I simply watched him as he drove, examining his face. He was handsome in an odd way. Not Hollywood handsome, but handsome enough to make my palms sweaty and my heart race. I watched as he switched on the CD player in the car without taking his eyes off the road. Our song began playing but he switched it to another song. One that I didn't know. I frowned as I listened to the words.
'One night to be confused,
One night to speed up truth,
We had a promise made,
Four hands and then away.
Both under influence,
We had divine scent,
To know what to say,
Mind is a razorblade.'
"What's this song?" I asked Ryan.
"It's called 'Heartbeats' by Jose Gonzalez. You never heard it?"
"Nope."
"Listen then."
So I did. I listened to the words carefully, analyzing them in my head.
'One night of magic rush,
The start a simple touch,
One night to push and scream,
And then relief.
Ten days of perfect tunes,
The colours red and blue,
We had a promise made,
We were in love.'
"Nice song." I commented.
"Yeah."
"If that third verse isn't about sex, then I will never blow another guy again."
Ryan burst out laughing. I giggled along, pleased that I had made him lose his composure. I actually hadn't been aiming to make him laugh, but it was the truth.
"Then it isn't about sex." He wheezed, before submitting to his giggles again. He continued laughing until we reached his house. It seemed like a nice place. A detached bungalow to be exact. He parked in his driveway and turned to me. "You feeling a little better now?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I'll be better after my massage."
"I'm sure."
I wasn't sure who leaned in first, but we met somewhere in between the seats, our lips meeting time and time again, neither of us willing to draw back to take a breath. I had not had a partner in years, perks of the jobs you know, and suddenly, there was an attractive man wanting me. Me! I bunched my fists into his jacket, trying desperately to pull him closer. I don't know how, but he managed to climb over and straddle me on the seat. He was attempting to keep our kiss light and teasing, but I was having none of it.
"Ryan." I moaned. He groaned in reply and moved his hand slowly down my chest until he reached my belt, where he clung on. It wasn't good enough. My hips were moving of their own accord and I need something to meet me. I grabbed his wrist and moved his hand down until he was rubbing me through my trousers. I groaned aloud again.
"Fucking hell, Colin." He rubbed just a bit harder and I grunted. If he kept going, then clothes were going to have be removed. I wound my arms round his skinny frame and pulled him closer. His hips began grounding into mine, creating a delicious friction. My name had become a mantra on his lips and he thrust again and again. I needed the clothes gone. He attacked my lips again, still mumbling my name. I pulled one arm away and began fumbling around, for what I wasn't sure. All I did know was that there was too many clothes, Ryan's thrusting was becoming faster and harder, I could feel the car rocking from his efforts and my hips were moving up to meet his each time. Suddenly, the seat flew back until I was lying down properly, Ryan lying on top of me. We looked shocked at each other before erupting into fits of laughter.
"Will we ever?" Ryan said through his giggles.
"Damn right we will." I told him. He leant down and kissed me again. My tongue found it's way into his mouth and intertwined with his own tongue. His thrusting began again, only tentatively this time. I moaned and thrust my hips to meet him again. Until a thought popped into my head.
"Ryan, Ry.... wait."
Ryan pulled back, all bruised lips and flushed face. "What?"
"Pizza."
That got his attention. "What?!"
"The pizza guy, he'll be here soon. Don't think he'll want to see two guys essentially fucking in a car."
"Why not? Who wouldn't want to see our sexy naked bodies?"
"I think the majority of the world wouldn't."
"Then they're missing out."
We grinned at each other before Ryan opened the door and stepped out the car. As soon as he was out, I realised how cramped he must have been. He held out his hand, and helped me out of the car. "Ma'am." He said with a cheeky smile. I tried to send a dirty look his way but I couldn't stay mad at him. He was so cute, with his hair all ruffled and his cheeks all red. He held my hand all the way to his door, only letting go to open his front door. And I was actually a little shocked. It was actually more clean that I thought it would have been, if his office was anything to go by.
"Don't be fooled by the cleanliness. My bedroom is a tip."
"Really? I'll have to see."
"Later baby." He said in a Barry White-type voice which I found extremely sexy. "Make yourself comfortable. Want a beer?" He shouted as he walked through to his kitchen.
"Yeah, sure, thanks." I kicked off my shoes and looked for somewhere to put them.
"Just throw them anywhere." He yelled. I dumped them in what I assumed was a cupboard. I took a leisurely stroll around the living room, looking at the pictures on top of the nice looking fireplace. There was a few of him as a kid, but mostly of two people who I assumed were his parents. Ryan came through from the kitchen carrying two bottles.
"Your parents?" I asked him as he handed me a bottle.
"Yip."
"You must be close to them."
"We were close."
"Were?"
"Fell out a few years back. I've begun talking to my mother again, but my father...well.... somehow I don't think I'll be winning Favourite Son of the Year award anytime soon."
"How come?"
"Homophobic."
"Oh right." I was lucky with my parents. Both of them understood, and accepted the fact that I was still Colin, I just liked the same thing as my mother.
"Yeah. Hardly anyone knows." He took a sip of his beer. "I've always thought that if I told anyone then they'd react the same way as Dad did."
"I didn't." I stated.
"You reacted the completely opposite way." He grinned at me. I smiled back at him until a loud knocking interrupted us. "Pizza." Ryan said. I watched as he strolled to the door, paid the driver - giving him a big tip - and then stroll back over. "I'm assuming that you don't mind not using plates?"
"Nope."
"Good." He threw himself into the couch, and patted the space next to him. I settled myself in next to him and immediately tucked into the pizza, not realising how hungry I was until I took that first bite. In the first five minutes, I scoffed down 4 of my slices. We had five each, and Ryan was munching slowly through his second.
“Hungry?” He mumbled through a mouthful of pizza.
I picked up my last slice and take a massive bite, nodding my agreement. I hadn’t ordered a pizza in years and was hugely enjoying it. Ryan gave a short laugh before finishing his second slice. I wolfed down the rest of my slice, let out a burp and settled back into the sofa with my beer.
“Want a slice?” He offered me.
I shook my head. “Not with stinky anchovies on it.”
“They’re not that bad.” He said, as he picked up a slice and waved it at me.
“They are.”
“Can I get a kiss then?”
“Not with anchovy breath.”
He sulked then and it was both the most ridiculous and yet most adorable thing I’d ever seen. I beckoned him over with a lift of my eyebrow and he kissed me so sweetly. I was amazed that we had already seemed to have fallen into a kind of loving relationship. But surely I couldn’t love him already. We had only met a couple of days ago! But then again, the tightness in my trousers in the car could show that, in fact, I could possibly love him already. However, at that moment, I could taste the anchovies on his breath and that just wasn’t attractive. I pulled back, and took a quick swig of my beer. I looked back at Ryan to see him smiling smugly at me.
“Disgusting.” I told him.
“Take a bite.” He said, holding the slice up to my mouth.
“I don’t really wa-” I began before he shoved the majority of the slice into my mouth.
“Bite.” He said. I pulled back, but did bite a small bit at the end, hoping I wouldn’t get any anchovy. Of course, as the fates would have it, it seemed that there was a whole anchovy there and I got a full blast of it’s….. interesting taste. “Chew.” Ryan ordered. I did so, scrunching my face up as I do. They did taste truly revolting. “Swallow.” Ryan then told me, with a cheeky smile on his face.
“I don’t swallow, I spit.” I joked. Ryan grinned and wheezed out that I should swallow my mouthful. I did so, and instantly took a drink of my beer to get rid of the taste. As soon as the bottle was down, Ryan leaned forward and kissed me again. And this time, I couldn’t taste any anchovy, I could only taste him. He pulled back with a smug smile.
“No anchovy taste?”
“None.” I smiled back. “But you’re still brushing your teeth before you get another kiss.”
He sulked again, but I wasn’t falling for it this time. “Not happening.” I told him.
“Fine.” He then began wolfing down all his slices, before running into the kitchen to dump the pizza box in the bin and ran into what I assumed was his bathroom. I heard water running and the sound of brushing. I laughed out loud when I realised that he was actually brushing his teeth. He finished quickly, ran back out and jumped onto the sofa next to me.
“Brushed.” He informed me.
“Good.” I complimented.
“Where we were then?” He said in his Barry White voice.
“Watching TV.” I deadpanned.
“Playing hard to get eh? I’ll get you.” He said. He flipped channels on the TV before settling on a movie that I didn’t recognise.
“What’s this?”
“Seven. This guy is going round killing people in the form of the seven sins. It’s really good.”
I winced. “Could we maybe watch something else?”
Ryan turned to me, frowned in confusion before it hit him. “Oh shit, sorry Col!” He flipped the channels until he found another movie. “Dogma?”
“Sounds good.” I grinned at him. I made myself comfortable on the couch while Ryan re-arranged himself next to me. He then lent over, picked up my feet, rested one on his lap and brought the other one up to rest on the arm of the chair.
“What are you doing?” I asked, completely confused by his actions.
“I promised you a foot rub. So I’m giving you one.” He started massaging that area just under my toes and it felt amazing. So amazing that I couldn’t help but moan loudly.
“Enjoying that?” I heard. I simply nodded in return. He had taken my breath away with his tender touch. I felt all the tension flowing out of my body. He moved onto the other foot, stealing another moan from me.
“Turn over.” He ordered. I opened my eyes, and met his deadly serious stare. I frowned at him. “Trust me, turn over.”
I shifted myself until I was lying on my front. Ryan stood up allowing me to stretch myself out. “Put your legs together.” I did as he asked. I felt an added weight onto the couch and looked round to see Ryan straddling my thighs.
“What’re you-?” I began.
“Shh.” Ryan hushed me. “Trust me.”
“I do.” I said. I felt his hands on my back and he began massaging me so firmly, I was damn near coming on the spot. I moaned loudly and it definitely had an effect on him too. Something was pressing into the back of my leg.
“Ry?”
“You can’t moan like that Col.”
He continued massaging me, but was moving down my back slowly. He massaged more firmly as he reached my lower back, I moaned again. He groaned in reply, and shifted down the couch slightly. I was beginning to get hard from his massage already, and when he moved his hands onto my ass, I became so unbelievably hard, I was sure that I was gonna need some form of medical help. I couldn’t help but thrust into the couch, and I could feel Ryan matching his thrusts with me. I flipped myself over and pulled him down so I could capture his mouth with my own. He moaned in appreciation as his hands began sliding their way up my chest, pulling my shirt up with them. We broke apart for a few seconds to allow Ryan to pull my shirt off before he kissed me again, nipping and sucking at my bottom lip as I tried to unbutton his shirt. It really wasn’t working.
“Ryan. Wait, stop a minute.” Ryan sat up straight, and looked at me with fear in his eyes, which I recognised instantly. It was fear of rejection. I followed him up and kissed him gently. “I know what you’re thinking. I want this, I want you.”
“Then why did you stop?” Ryan asked. I placed my hands on his shirt where I’d managed to unbutton it, and tugged hard. The shirt torn apart and finally revealed his chest to me and took my breath away. It was tanned, it was toned, it was gorgeous. I ran my hands up and down his hairless chest. I leaned forward, and placed baby kisses all over him, emitting a small moan from him each time. I worked my way back up to his mouth, pausing to kiss his neck and all along his jaw line. He captured my mouth in the sweetest kiss that I’d ever experienced.
“That’s why I wanted you to stop.” I mumbled into his mouth. He smiled against my lip and suddenly stood up, pulling me off the couch as he did so.
“C’mon,” he ordered me, “Bed.”
He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I loved the feeling of his hand holding mine, it was so big, his hand swallowed mine and I felt an odd feeling of being protected. And it was lovely. As we walked into Ryan’s bedroom, I couldn’t help a little giggle escaping. It was a mess. There was at least two days worth of clothes lying around the place, and bits of paper. It was totally opposite to how the rest of the house looked.
“Sorry about the mess.”
“Don’t care about the mess.” I told him. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him closer to me until we were standing so close together, we were sharing each other’s air. I could his hardness pressed against my thigh, and fuck me, I was so eager to have it. I began undoing Ryan’s trousers, as he pulled off his now button-less shirt. As soon as his trousers were unzipped, I dove in and began stroking. He was huge, and he was so ready for me. Ryan gasped at my sudden movement, and his hips began moving of their own accord. With my free hand, I gently tugged down his trousers and fell down. He was attacking my own trousers, and when he finally got them undone, he pulled them down, and instantly began rubbing me through my boxers.
“Fuck, Ryan.” I whispered breathlessly. I removed my hand from his boxers. “Need to see.” I pulled them down and watched and admired his cock sprung free from its restraints. I felt my jaw drop at the sheer size of him. I almost hesitantly moved my hand forward and touched him again. He drew a sharp intake of breath.
“Please, Col. Want you... down.... please.” I tugged my own boxers, and stood for a couple of seconds, almost embarrassed about the way I looked. In my eyes, I was a balding, pale, slightly podgy old man. However, from the way Ryan was looking at me, I felt a kind of confidence in me that I usually only felt at work, the only place that I felt I succeeded. And when Ryan stepped in to kiss me, I felt my heart soar.
“Ryan.” I whispered when we drew apart for air. “Take me.”
Author: improvfan88.
Story: Psychosocial.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Ry/Col.
Disclaimer: It's AU. Duh.
Psychosocial - Chapter 4
After my outburst in the evidence room, Ryan was keeping a close eye on me. Truth was, I felt immensely better after it. I had been scared shitless since that morning and seeing Sherwood's body hadn't helped matters. The killer was right. I did know what he was capable of. During Esten's second interview, I was thinking about whether I had done the right thing staying on the case. I really was risking my life doing this. On the other hand, I was doing a major part of this case now. I also couldn't deny that Ryan was a big part of why I was staying too. I didn't know what it was but I felt a great pull towards him. He obviously felt the same way judging from his actions in the evidence room. I'm glad he stopped me though. He was right. I did want to have him, but I needed it more. I was only going to be using him as a way to try to forget that I had a maniac possibly after me. And he didn't deserve that. But I couldn't forget the feel of his lips against mine.
We booked Sherwood's phone into the lab, asking for all the pictures and text to be printed out, the last ten photos to be printed larger and as clearly as possible, and all for all phone calls to be transcribed. Ryan then grabbed my hand, dragged me back to his office, forced my jacket on me and then dragged me back outside. We had a quick cigarette and discussed the pizza we were going to order.
"What about pepperoni?" I asked him.
"Nah, I don't like it."
"Chicken?"
"OK."
"Anything else?"
"Anchovies."
"Not happening."
"Why?"
"Anchovies are disgusting."
"I like them."
"Not happening."
"Who's house are you staying at?"
"Who's ordering the pizza?"
He raised his eyebrow at me. I raised my own back. He put his hand in his pocket. I put my hand in mine. He pulled out his car keys. I pulled out my phone. He took a draw on his smoke. I took a draw on mine. He clicked the button for the locks on the car. I flipped open my phone. He stared at me. I stared back. He realised something and smiled. I didn't realise anything and frowned.
"You know the number?"
Bollocks.
In the end, I ended up ordering a chicken pizza with smelly anchovies on half of it. I could see Ryan grinning as he drove, pleased with winning. I let him enjoy his moment. In fact, I simply watched him as he drove, examining his face. He was handsome in an odd way. Not Hollywood handsome, but handsome enough to make my palms sweaty and my heart race. I watched as he switched on the CD player in the car without taking his eyes off the road. Our song began playing but he switched it to another song. One that I didn't know. I frowned as I listened to the words.
'One night to be confused,
One night to speed up truth,
We had a promise made,
Four hands and then away.
Both under influence,
We had divine scent,
To know what to say,
Mind is a razorblade.'
"What's this song?" I asked Ryan.
"It's called 'Heartbeats' by Jose Gonzalez. You never heard it?"
"Nope."
"Listen then."
So I did. I listened to the words carefully, analyzing them in my head.
'One night of magic rush,
The start a simple touch,
One night to push and scream,
And then relief.
Ten days of perfect tunes,
The colours red and blue,
We had a promise made,
We were in love.'
"Nice song." I commented.
"Yeah."
"If that third verse isn't about sex, then I will never blow another guy again."
Ryan burst out laughing. I giggled along, pleased that I had made him lose his composure. I actually hadn't been aiming to make him laugh, but it was the truth.
"Then it isn't about sex." He wheezed, before submitting to his giggles again. He continued laughing until we reached his house. It seemed like a nice place. A detached bungalow to be exact. He parked in his driveway and turned to me. "You feeling a little better now?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I'll be better after my massage."
"I'm sure."
I wasn't sure who leaned in first, but we met somewhere in between the seats, our lips meeting time and time again, neither of us willing to draw back to take a breath. I had not had a partner in years, perks of the jobs you know, and suddenly, there was an attractive man wanting me. Me! I bunched my fists into his jacket, trying desperately to pull him closer. I don't know how, but he managed to climb over and straddle me on the seat. He was attempting to keep our kiss light and teasing, but I was having none of it.
"Ryan." I moaned. He groaned in reply and moved his hand slowly down my chest until he reached my belt, where he clung on. It wasn't good enough. My hips were moving of their own accord and I need something to meet me. I grabbed his wrist and moved his hand down until he was rubbing me through my trousers. I groaned aloud again.
"Fucking hell, Colin." He rubbed just a bit harder and I grunted. If he kept going, then clothes were going to have be removed. I wound my arms round his skinny frame and pulled him closer. His hips began grounding into mine, creating a delicious friction. My name had become a mantra on his lips and he thrust again and again. I needed the clothes gone. He attacked my lips again, still mumbling my name. I pulled one arm away and began fumbling around, for what I wasn't sure. All I did know was that there was too many clothes, Ryan's thrusting was becoming faster and harder, I could feel the car rocking from his efforts and my hips were moving up to meet his each time. Suddenly, the seat flew back until I was lying down properly, Ryan lying on top of me. We looked shocked at each other before erupting into fits of laughter.
"Will we ever?" Ryan said through his giggles.
"Damn right we will." I told him. He leant down and kissed me again. My tongue found it's way into his mouth and intertwined with his own tongue. His thrusting began again, only tentatively this time. I moaned and thrust my hips to meet him again. Until a thought popped into my head.
"Ryan, Ry.... wait."
Ryan pulled back, all bruised lips and flushed face. "What?"
"Pizza."
That got his attention. "What?!"
"The pizza guy, he'll be here soon. Don't think he'll want to see two guys essentially fucking in a car."
"Why not? Who wouldn't want to see our sexy naked bodies?"
"I think the majority of the world wouldn't."
"Then they're missing out."
We grinned at each other before Ryan opened the door and stepped out the car. As soon as he was out, I realised how cramped he must have been. He held out his hand, and helped me out of the car. "Ma'am." He said with a cheeky smile. I tried to send a dirty look his way but I couldn't stay mad at him. He was so cute, with his hair all ruffled and his cheeks all red. He held my hand all the way to his door, only letting go to open his front door. And I was actually a little shocked. It was actually more clean that I thought it would have been, if his office was anything to go by.
"Don't be fooled by the cleanliness. My bedroom is a tip."
"Really? I'll have to see."
"Later baby." He said in a Barry White-type voice which I found extremely sexy. "Make yourself comfortable. Want a beer?" He shouted as he walked through to his kitchen.
"Yeah, sure, thanks." I kicked off my shoes and looked for somewhere to put them.
"Just throw them anywhere." He yelled. I dumped them in what I assumed was a cupboard. I took a leisurely stroll around the living room, looking at the pictures on top of the nice looking fireplace. There was a few of him as a kid, but mostly of two people who I assumed were his parents. Ryan came through from the kitchen carrying two bottles.
"Your parents?" I asked him as he handed me a bottle.
"Yip."
"You must be close to them."
"We were close."
"Were?"
"Fell out a few years back. I've begun talking to my mother again, but my father...well.... somehow I don't think I'll be winning Favourite Son of the Year award anytime soon."
"How come?"
"Homophobic."
"Oh right." I was lucky with my parents. Both of them understood, and accepted the fact that I was still Colin, I just liked the same thing as my mother.
"Yeah. Hardly anyone knows." He took a sip of his beer. "I've always thought that if I told anyone then they'd react the same way as Dad did."
"I didn't." I stated.
"You reacted the completely opposite way." He grinned at me. I smiled back at him until a loud knocking interrupted us. "Pizza." Ryan said. I watched as he strolled to the door, paid the driver - giving him a big tip - and then stroll back over. "I'm assuming that you don't mind not using plates?"
"Nope."
"Good." He threw himself into the couch, and patted the space next to him. I settled myself in next to him and immediately tucked into the pizza, not realising how hungry I was until I took that first bite. In the first five minutes, I scoffed down 4 of my slices. We had five each, and Ryan was munching slowly through his second.
“Hungry?” He mumbled through a mouthful of pizza.
I picked up my last slice and take a massive bite, nodding my agreement. I hadn’t ordered a pizza in years and was hugely enjoying it. Ryan gave a short laugh before finishing his second slice. I wolfed down the rest of my slice, let out a burp and settled back into the sofa with my beer.
“Want a slice?” He offered me.
I shook my head. “Not with stinky anchovies on it.”
“They’re not that bad.” He said, as he picked up a slice and waved it at me.
“They are.”
“Can I get a kiss then?”
“Not with anchovy breath.”
He sulked then and it was both the most ridiculous and yet most adorable thing I’d ever seen. I beckoned him over with a lift of my eyebrow and he kissed me so sweetly. I was amazed that we had already seemed to have fallen into a kind of loving relationship. But surely I couldn’t love him already. We had only met a couple of days ago! But then again, the tightness in my trousers in the car could show that, in fact, I could possibly love him already. However, at that moment, I could taste the anchovies on his breath and that just wasn’t attractive. I pulled back, and took a quick swig of my beer. I looked back at Ryan to see him smiling smugly at me.
“Disgusting.” I told him.
“Take a bite.” He said, holding the slice up to my mouth.
“I don’t really wa-” I began before he shoved the majority of the slice into my mouth.
“Bite.” He said. I pulled back, but did bite a small bit at the end, hoping I wouldn’t get any anchovy. Of course, as the fates would have it, it seemed that there was a whole anchovy there and I got a full blast of it’s….. interesting taste. “Chew.” Ryan ordered. I did so, scrunching my face up as I do. They did taste truly revolting. “Swallow.” Ryan then told me, with a cheeky smile on his face.
“I don’t swallow, I spit.” I joked. Ryan grinned and wheezed out that I should swallow my mouthful. I did so, and instantly took a drink of my beer to get rid of the taste. As soon as the bottle was down, Ryan leaned forward and kissed me again. And this time, I couldn’t taste any anchovy, I could only taste him. He pulled back with a smug smile.
“No anchovy taste?”
“None.” I smiled back. “But you’re still brushing your teeth before you get another kiss.”
He sulked again, but I wasn’t falling for it this time. “Not happening.” I told him.
“Fine.” He then began wolfing down all his slices, before running into the kitchen to dump the pizza box in the bin and ran into what I assumed was his bathroom. I heard water running and the sound of brushing. I laughed out loud when I realised that he was actually brushing his teeth. He finished quickly, ran back out and jumped onto the sofa next to me.
“Brushed.” He informed me.
“Good.” I complimented.
“Where we were then?” He said in his Barry White voice.
“Watching TV.” I deadpanned.
“Playing hard to get eh? I’ll get you.” He said. He flipped channels on the TV before settling on a movie that I didn’t recognise.
“What’s this?”
“Seven. This guy is going round killing people in the form of the seven sins. It’s really good.”
I winced. “Could we maybe watch something else?”
Ryan turned to me, frowned in confusion before it hit him. “Oh shit, sorry Col!” He flipped the channels until he found another movie. “Dogma?”
“Sounds good.” I grinned at him. I made myself comfortable on the couch while Ryan re-arranged himself next to me. He then lent over, picked up my feet, rested one on his lap and brought the other one up to rest on the arm of the chair.
“What are you doing?” I asked, completely confused by his actions.
“I promised you a foot rub. So I’m giving you one.” He started massaging that area just under my toes and it felt amazing. So amazing that I couldn’t help but moan loudly.
“Enjoying that?” I heard. I simply nodded in return. He had taken my breath away with his tender touch. I felt all the tension flowing out of my body. He moved onto the other foot, stealing another moan from me.
“Turn over.” He ordered. I opened my eyes, and met his deadly serious stare. I frowned at him. “Trust me, turn over.”
I shifted myself until I was lying on my front. Ryan stood up allowing me to stretch myself out. “Put your legs together.” I did as he asked. I felt an added weight onto the couch and looked round to see Ryan straddling my thighs.
“What’re you-?” I began.
“Shh.” Ryan hushed me. “Trust me.”
“I do.” I said. I felt his hands on my back and he began massaging me so firmly, I was damn near coming on the spot. I moaned loudly and it definitely had an effect on him too. Something was pressing into the back of my leg.
“Ry?”
“You can’t moan like that Col.”
He continued massaging me, but was moving down my back slowly. He massaged more firmly as he reached my lower back, I moaned again. He groaned in reply, and shifted down the couch slightly. I was beginning to get hard from his massage already, and when he moved his hands onto my ass, I became so unbelievably hard, I was sure that I was gonna need some form of medical help. I couldn’t help but thrust into the couch, and I could feel Ryan matching his thrusts with me. I flipped myself over and pulled him down so I could capture his mouth with my own. He moaned in appreciation as his hands began sliding their way up my chest, pulling my shirt up with them. We broke apart for a few seconds to allow Ryan to pull my shirt off before he kissed me again, nipping and sucking at my bottom lip as I tried to unbutton his shirt. It really wasn’t working.
“Ryan. Wait, stop a minute.” Ryan sat up straight, and looked at me with fear in his eyes, which I recognised instantly. It was fear of rejection. I followed him up and kissed him gently. “I know what you’re thinking. I want this, I want you.”
“Then why did you stop?” Ryan asked. I placed my hands on his shirt where I’d managed to unbutton it, and tugged hard. The shirt torn apart and finally revealed his chest to me and took my breath away. It was tanned, it was toned, it was gorgeous. I ran my hands up and down his hairless chest. I leaned forward, and placed baby kisses all over him, emitting a small moan from him each time. I worked my way back up to his mouth, pausing to kiss his neck and all along his jaw line. He captured my mouth in the sweetest kiss that I’d ever experienced.
“That’s why I wanted you to stop.” I mumbled into his mouth. He smiled against my lip and suddenly stood up, pulling me off the couch as he did so.
“C’mon,” he ordered me, “Bed.”
He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I loved the feeling of his hand holding mine, it was so big, his hand swallowed mine and I felt an odd feeling of being protected. And it was lovely. As we walked into Ryan’s bedroom, I couldn’t help a little giggle escaping. It was a mess. There was at least two days worth of clothes lying around the place, and bits of paper. It was totally opposite to how the rest of the house looked.
“Sorry about the mess.”
“Don’t care about the mess.” I told him. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him closer to me until we were standing so close together, we were sharing each other’s air. I could his hardness pressed against my thigh, and fuck me, I was so eager to have it. I began undoing Ryan’s trousers, as he pulled off his now button-less shirt. As soon as his trousers were unzipped, I dove in and began stroking. He was huge, and he was so ready for me. Ryan gasped at my sudden movement, and his hips began moving of their own accord. With my free hand, I gently tugged down his trousers and fell down. He was attacking my own trousers, and when he finally got them undone, he pulled them down, and instantly began rubbing me through my boxers.
“Fuck, Ryan.” I whispered breathlessly. I removed my hand from his boxers. “Need to see.” I pulled them down and watched and admired his cock sprung free from its restraints. I felt my jaw drop at the sheer size of him. I almost hesitantly moved my hand forward and touched him again. He drew a sharp intake of breath.
“Please, Col. Want you... down.... please.” I tugged my own boxers, and stood for a couple of seconds, almost embarrassed about the way I looked. In my eyes, I was a balding, pale, slightly podgy old man. However, from the way Ryan was looking at me, I felt a kind of confidence in me that I usually only felt at work, the only place that I felt I succeeded. And when Ryan stepped in to kiss me, I felt my heart soar.
“Ryan.” I whispered when we drew apart for air. “Take me.”