Business and Pleasure: Chapter 30

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Title: Business and Pleasure
Rating: NC-17 (FINALLY!)
Pairing: Brad/Ryan
Summary for the chapter: Time to move on. 

Overall Summary: Brad's running his own large business and has everything but what he wants the most: someone to be there for him. After 'purchasing' Ryan from the Utopia group to serve the purpose, he slowly realizes that he's breaking their most important rule: he's falling in love with him. After two years together, two years of love, the time has come for Ryan to be taken away. The rules will change, the game will too and the three friends are going to go through the ultimate test.

A/N: My contribution to Mission Fluff Bomb The Comm! Hope you guys enjoy it! Darn story's getting out of hand..... Please leave a comment!

Brad lashed out with another powerful punch and Ryan deflected it once again, the two of them dancing around each other, exchanging punches and blocks and trying to see who would connect first. Colin had turned it into a sort of game, but was a little partial towards Brad considering the man had just recently started training with them, no matter how long he had boxed and had purposely sparred with Ryan before to tire him out a little. Ryan also had the advantage of being able to put a great amount of distance between them in a second in a way that was supposed to tire out the opponent and by the look of fatigue Brad had, it was working.

 

“Brad, you know what he’s doing, don’t follow him! He’ll tire himself out!” Colin called out as Ryan backed away once again.

 

“Stop giving my tactics away!” Ryan yelled back, getting a little annoyed as Brad’s punches got a little too close for comfort. He knew that the only reason they hadn’t connected as of yet was because Brad was afraid of hurting him, not wanting to rouse up bad memories. As much as Ryan appreciated the thought, he really wished that Brad would stop thinking that he was going to suddenly decide that he was no better than Greg and ditch him. He thought that Brad considered him mentally strong enough to not get influenced by Greg’s taunts, but apparently he was wrong.

 

“Will you just hit me so that he’ll stop?” Ryan hissed quietly, dodging another punch, “I’m getting tired!”

 

Brad hesitated again, pausing for a moment and Ryan, tired from the long day, slammed his palm against his unprotected chest, winning the duel and knocking the wind out of him.

 

Brad gasped for breath as he heard Colin sigh and head back in the house, but he felt the process ease as Ryan crouched next to him and rubbed his back soothingly, murmuring soft words and telling him to just take deep breaths. Brad felt the pressure ease after a short while and had to admit, that as painful as those blows had seemed while watching, they hurt ten times worse. He wondered how Colin had survived both palms, let alone one.

 

“You were winning that match, you know,” Ryan sighed, “I was tired and you could have easily hit me.”

 

“I know,” Brad took another breath and let it out slowly, shifting to sit down comfortably on the grass.

 

“Then why didn’t you?” Ryan settled back as well, “This is training, Brad, you can’t just hope that all your opponents will tire out like that-”

 

“I won’t hit you,” Brad interrupted, his voice tense, “So please stop asking me to.”

 

“For God’s sake, why not?!”

 

“Are you serious?” Brad looked incredulous, “How can you even think I’m capable of hurting you?!”

 

“Oh Brad....” Ryan shook his head, but there was a small smile on his lips, “I’ve told you several times: this is sparring. You’re supposed to hit your opponent!”

 

“And I’ve already told you I won’t!” Brad scowled, “I don’t care what you say, I’m not going to hit you!”

 

Ryan didn’t respond, but rather just looked at him with a thoughtful expression that unsettled Brad because it didn’t match that mischievous gleam his eyes had taken on. Before he could say anything, his head suddenly snapped to the right and pain blossomed from the left side of his jaw like he had collided with a wall.

 

“OW!” Brad gasped, his hand automatically coming up to cradle his now bruised jaw, “You hit me?!”

 

“Yup,” Ryan responded simply, “Now return the favor.” He tilted his head slightly to give Brad a clear shot at his jaw. Brad hesitantly raised his hand and for a moment Ryan thought he was actually going to hit him, but Brad sighed and dropped his fist to his lap, looking down at it.

 

“I’m sorry, I just....can’t....” Brad whispered, but not sounding sorry at all.

 

Ryan was slightly disappointed, but that was being overridden by an overwhelming feeling of love for the man who refused to raise a hand on him, even in play. Greg had hurt him without remorse and had, in fact, done so joyfully, enjoying his protests and pain. Brad was so different from him....it was hard to believe that both men were of the same species. Though he would hardly call Greg a human.

 

“Ry?” Brad’s uncertain voice broke him out of his thoughts and he blinked, seeing Brad look at him worriedly. He must have zoned out harder than he thought.

 

“I’m sorry, did you say something?”

 

“I said that I can’t spar with you like this,” Brad sighed, “I can’t hit you, so please stop pressuring me into it. It’s not going to work, I will never hurt you, even if you want me to do so while sparring.”

 

“I’m sorry too. I really shouldn’t have pestered you about it so much,” Ryan raised his hand and tenderly brushed his fingertips across his bruised jaw, “And I’m especially sorry about that.”

 

Brad smiled and lightly tapped him on the jaw with his fist, “And now we’re even.”

 

Ryan laughed, leaning forward and softly kissing the darkening mark in silent apology. He was going to feel guilty about that, but he had been trying to do something that he thought would be beneficial to both of them. Brad sighed and draped one arm around his shoulders, leaning back to lie down on the grass and pull Ryan with him.

 

“Tired, honey?” Ryan’s amused voice came from the vicinity of his shoulder.

 

“Muchly, dear,” Brad responded, closing his eyes against the warm sun, “I would say I’m down right exhausted.”

 

“Then, why don’t you go take a nap on the hammock? It’s cleaner, less bug infested and less chance of hard-to-get-out grass stains.”

 

“Well, if Wayne’s there, then the first two of those perks would go to hell.” Ryan snorted and slapped Brad on the belly in retribution, causing him to chuckle.

 

“Plus, you’re here, so getting up doesn’t seem very appealing,” Brad nuzzled Ryan’s hair, causing the other man to squirm.

 

“Stop it and let’s get up,” Ryan moved out of his grasp and tugged him to his feet, guiding him towards the hammock and Brad allowed his body to drape along it, sighing in contentment.

 

“Oh, that feels nice,” he groaned, shifting over to lie down properly, “I feel like I could sleep all day.”

 

“Well, then good night, my sweet prince,” Ryan smiled, pecking him lightly on the forehead and moving away to let him rest peacefully. Brad however had other ideas in mind and grabbed him around the waist, tugging him into his lap and Ryan yelped as the hammock swung slightly, making him think that he would have fallen over backwards had it not been for Brad’s grip.

 

“Happy now?” he huffed, “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

 

“Sorry,” Brad chuckled, “but I’m sure your ‘skills’ would have saved you.”

 

“Oh, so now it’s make fun of the talent, is it?” Ryan shook his head, “Too bad I can’t get you on that.”

 

“Ouch, you wound me. Look at me, bleeding all over the place,” Brad folded one arm behind his neck and extended the other one towards Ryan, “C’mere....”

 

“You do realize that if we stay here, we’ll fall asleep?” Ryan yawned, laying down so that his head was resting against Brad’s chest, his hair brushing against his chin.

 

“I don’t care right now,” Brad muttered, closing his eyes and wrapping one arm loosely around Ryan, enjoying the comforting feel of Ryan’s body next to him and the long legs draped over his. It was hot, they were sweaty, Brad could feel that he would be stiff as hell when he woke up and their position couldn’t possibly be anything close to comfortable.

 

It was perfect.

 

Dl

 

Dl

 

“I don’t see why you had to throw water on us,” Ryan grumbled, taking another bite of Mother Mochrie’s delicious pot roast.

 

“You two wouldn’t wake up otherwise and I didn’t want to risk getting punched,” Colin retorted dryly, passing Wayne the potatoes.

 

“You guys were out of it for hours,” Wayne agreed, “Plus, we figured you needed the rest.”

 

“Still, there are more pleasant ways to wake up a person,” Brad sighed, shuddering as he remembered the rude wake-up call.

 

“All that matters is that they woke you up, granted not in a good way, but now they know,” Andrea efficiently closed the topic, but then she looked slightly uneasy, “Uh, Ryan dear?”

 

“Yes?” Ryan looked over at her.

 

“I was, um, I was going through the attic the other day and....I found some things that you might want to see tomorrow,” she hesitated, “only if you want to, of course.”

 

Brad pretended to still be focused on his food, but his eyes ticked over to Ryan as he watched the other man poke at a piece of beef in thought. This was the first time Andrea had brought up anything about his parents since they had arrived, but he would have been very surprised if Ryan had forgotten. Even if he didn’t say anything, Brad knew that his parentage was always the first thing on Ryan’s mind as he struggled to accept new life and identity he had received. He had once confessed to Brad that he didn’t know who he was anymore, whether he was the abandoned son of unknown parents or the orphaned one of a cop and a teacher. Brad had given him all the advice he possibly could but had stated clearly that the final choice was his to make and his alone. He hoped Ryan would accept Andrea’s offer, knowing that he needed to know about his parents, even if he didn’t want to.

 

Ryan looked over at him, almost as if trying to read his thoughts and Brad nodded slightly, a subtle movement that no one would have picked up unless they were studying him very closely like Ryan was. He heard the other man sigh and then heard him speak.

 

“I guess I can’t keep avoiding it,” Ryan said, “So, best to finally get it over with.”

 

“There’s no pressure,” Andrea interjected quickly, “It’s completely up to you.”

 

“I know....and I guess I need this. I need to know them, because it’s the only way I’ll know for sure who I am.”

 

Brad felt immensely proud of Ryan and made it known by slipping a hand underneath the table and squeezing his hand in support Ryan smiled into his meal and squeezed him back for a short moment, before continuing his conversation with Wayne.

 

After that, dinner was an amicable affair and after an especially delicious blueberry cheesecake, everyone was too full to even move. Ryan appeared to be the only one still hungry as he grabbed a pear from the fridge and took it up to their shared room, much to Brad’s shock.

 

“How can you still be hungry?” Brad moaned, flopping down on the bed.

 

“After that dessert, I think it’s a good idea to have the fruit. I can’t become fat like you, can I?” Ryan said sweetly, laughing at Brad’s indignant expression.

 

“I’ll have you know that this is all muscle,” Brad grumbled.

 

“Oh really?”

 

“Want to feel?”

 

Brad hadn’t been serious, but Ryan appeared to have taken him for his word, sitting down next to him on the bed and running his hand over Brad’s stomach, feeling it’s firmness with a gentle, exploratory touch. Brad shivered at the light caress, noting that this was the only time they had touched each other this intimately since their reunion. Ryan seemed to have the same thought because he suddenly jerked his hand back, blushing through a grin as he picked up the pear and began to play with it again.

 

“Are you going to eat it or just stare at it?” Brad asked, trying to quell a certain rising problem and hoping Ryan hadn’t noticed.

 

“Fine! Must you be so impatient?” Ryan rolled his eyes, biting into the pear. Brad hoped that the momentary silence would help him try and think of unsexy thoughts of Colin in a speedo, but before he could focus his attention on the mental image, the one in front of him threw the other image straight into the toilet.

 

He gaped as he watched the trickle of pear juice run from the side of Ryan’s mouth to his chin and swallowed hard as his extremely dexterous tongue flicked out to try and pick up the stray drops. He heard Ryan swear as it dripped down and even heard him complain about the messiness of the ‘stupid fruit’ right before he was off the bed and next thing he knew, there was the overwhelming taste of pears in his mouth and a hot, hard body in his arms.

 

Ryan gasped as Brad’s hand caught his and directed him to drop the pear on the study table right before the one on his lower back pulled him even closer to it’s owner who was currently plundering his mouth with ravenous abandon. It took his brain a few seconds to catch up with the sudden turn of events, but once it did, he found himself returning the kiss with an animalistic fervor, his tongue tangling furiously with Brad’s.

 

Brad growled as he felt Ryan respond and before he knew it, they were on his bed, furiously kissing each other as if they had been deprived on human touch all their lives. He felt Ryan’s fingers at the hem of his shirt and he raised his arms to allow him to pull it off, starting on Ryan’s shirt the moment it was tossed to the floor.

 

“Brad.....Brad, wait,” Ryan murmured in between kisses, catching his hands with his own and looking up at his with eyes glazed with passion, “Are you sure?”

 

“Yes, God, I’ve been ready for this since the moment I saw you in that alley,” Brad breathed, kissing along his jawline, “Are you?”

 

“I-I think so,” Ryan tried to mask the nervousness in his voice but Brad could read him like an open book from a mile away and reading him when they were in bed together was a piece of cake.

 

“Ry,” Brad stopped his ministrations and met nervous green eyes with his own, “Do you want this?”

 

“I do, I really do,” Ryan licked his lips, tasting Brad on them, “But....I’m scared.”

 

“We don’t have to do this,” Brad offered, “do you want me to stop?”

 

“No!” Ryan surprised himself with vehemence of his answer. “No,” this time much softer, “just....be gentle?”

 

“Always,” Brad responded automatically, “but if at any point you feel that you can’t go further, tell me and I’ll stop. Don’t try to push yourself beyond your limits just because you think I want it. I want this to be good for both of us.”

 

“I know. I know you won’t hurt me but....” Ryan swallowed nervously, “t-this hasn’t been p-pleasurable for me for a long time.”

 

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” Brad’s voice was low and soothing, “but you have to promise that you’ll tell me if it’s too much for you. Just say stop and we’ll stop.”

 

“R-right,” Ryan nodded, leaning forward and kissing him lightly, mouthing his way down his jaw and neck to his chest as his hand went further south to fiddle with his pants.

 

“Hold on,” Brad murmured, shuddering at the feel of those lips on him, “I want to see you too.”

 

Ryan groaned as Brad slipped off his shirt, kissing his shoulder with reverence that brought tears to his eyes. It had been such a long time since he had felt such a light, loving touch instead of a hard and bruising grip that he didn’t even notice as Brad turned them over to pin him to the bed, kissing and nipping at every piece of flesh he could. He did, however, notice when Brad took a nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly.

 

Brad grinned against his chest as Ryan let out a loud moan and then looked surprised at himself, “So you’re still sensitive there?”

 

“I guess,” Ryan let out a breathless laugh, his hand curling into Brad’s thick hair, “Wanna check out the other places?”

 

“I intend to,” Brad murmured, allowing himself to be tugged up for a loving kiss. He paused for a moment just to take in the gorgeous body laid out for him and he was somewhat surprised to see that Ryan still looked pretty much the same. He was definitely fitter and there were a few nicks, partially healed cuts and scabs here and there from their training, but his skin was still as soft and smooth as before with the muscle underneath lending it a nice firm quality. He trailed a hand down his chest, down the light six-pack to his hip, biting back a smile as Ryan squirmed a little, a small giggle escaping him.

 

“I love the fact that you’re so ticklish,” Brad grinned.

 

“You tickle me now...” Ryan smirked, rolling them over and pinning him to the bed, “...and you die, boy.”

 

“You’re one to call me a boy,” Brad snorted, lightly tracing his fingers along his sides, “aren’t you younger than me?”

 

“Only in age, my love,” Ryan purred and before Brad knew it, his pants and boxers had magically disappeared and a lightly calloused hand was firmly grasping his erection.

 

“God, Ry....” Brad groaned as a very talented tongue introduced itself to his nipples, even as his shaft was lightly squeezed.”

 

“I take it I haven’t lost my touch?” Ryan teased, lightly rimming the head.

 

“Believe me, I could have come just from kissing you earlier,” Brad assured him, hissing as Ryan pressed at an extremely sensitive part.

 

“Really? Just like that?”

 

Brad opened his eyes to see Ryan looking very touched at the last comment and smiled, his hand coming up to lightly caress his face, tracing a finger along the scar near his eye, “Just like that. I love you so much.”

 

Ryan smiled widely and leaned down for a soft kiss, “I love you too.”

 

“Then get out of those damn pants,” Brad swiftly unbuttoned them and pushed them down, waiting for Ryan to lift himself up slightly before shoving them off completely. He wrapped his hand around Ryan and was surprised when he flinched before settling into the touch.

 

“You okay?” he asked in concern, hoping he hadn’t scared him too much.

 

“Fine. You just startled me,” Ryan let out a nervous laugh, “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

 

“Ry? Are you sure that you want to do this?”

 

“Yes. Just....take it slow.”

 

Brad obeyed and kept his touch light and careful until Ryan was begging him to just hurry up and finish him off. Brad absolutely refused to let this end quickly, especially not when it had been years since the last time anyone had touched his dick besides him. Ryan’s grip on his erection made it hard for him to hold back and when Ryan arched his back with a shivery moan as Brad thumbed the head, it was all he could to not come right then and there.

 

“God, it’s amazing what you do to me,” Brad groaned.

 

“I swear to God, if you don’t speed up, I’m going to kill you,” Ryan got out, shuddering as another wave of pleasure swept through him.

 

“I’ve got a way to speed this along,” Brad smirked and turned them once again so that he was on top and slowly crawled down Ryan’s body until he was hovering right above his erection, “is this okay?”

 

Ryan looked hesitant for a moment before he nodded, his hand carding through Brad’s hair. Brad smiled and then slowly took Ryan into his mouth, relishing the breathy moans from further up the bed.

 

“I forgot how good this feels,” Ryan commented, closing his eyes.

 

I did too, Brad thought before taking Ryan to the back of his throat with some difficulty, but it was worth it when swallowed and he felt a change it the taste, telling him he was close. Pulling back, he gripped Ryan’s erection and pumped it slowly, “Come for me, Ry.”

 

That was all the encouragement Ryan needed because he released with a loud moan and Brad felt him streak his hand with his essence. He wiped his hand on one of the shirts on the floor while he waited for Ryan to regain his breath, but apparently his stamina had increased over the years because before Brad knew it, he was pinned to the bed and a hot wet haven was surrounding his cock.

 

“Oh sweet Jesus....” Brad groaned. Ryan mentally smirked and took him right to the back of his throat with ease before swallowing again and again. Just when Brad thought it couldn’t get any better, Ryan hummed and the vibrations were almost enough to trigger his own orgasm, but something was holding him back.

 

“Ry,” Brad squeezed his shoulder in warning. Ryan ignored him flicked his tongue over the sensitive head before rimming it lightly and Brad very well just wanted to tell his brain to take a hike but the bastard was persistent.

 

“Ryan,” Brad tugged him up this time and Ryan reluctantly let him slip from his mouth, looking up at him almost petulantly.

 

“What?” he whined.

 

“Sorry, but if you kept doing that, I would have come,” Brad panted, feeling a little upset that he had forced Ryan to stop.

 

“Isn’t that the point of doing this?”

 

“I.....well, I didn’t know if.....you know.....”

 

Ryan raised an eyebrow in confusion until what Brad was saying – or trying to – became clear. He smiled and couldn’t help but take his lips in an enthusiastic kiss, adoring the light, fluttery feeling in his heart.

 

“You’re absolutely amazing, you know that?” Ryan mumbled against his lips, feeling Brad smile against him. Any man who could still think about his well being while that close to the edge after such a long time of no sexual intercourse at all could not be anything short of amazing. “I want it, Brad. I know you’re clean and I still am too, so don’t hold back for a moment, okay?”

 

“But are you su-”

 

Ryan didn’t bother with a verbal answer but instead took his previous position and took Brad down his throat one again. This time, he didn’t hold back at all and used his best moves to bring a nearly screaming Brad over the edge. Brad looked down as Ryan licked him clean and felt he would pass out from the erotic sight. He felt Ryan settle next to him and automatically lifted his arm slightly to accommodate him. Ryan kissed his chest and rested his head against his shoulder, flinging one arm over the still heaving chest. Brad tugged the comforter over them and smiled as he felt Ryan let out a contented ‘mm’ before his breathing slowed down as he fell asleep. Brad watched him for a few moments, watched his eyelids flutter as he began to dream and felt a warmth in his chest that he always experienced whenever he felt ecstatically happy.

 

He lightly kissed his partner’s hair before allowing himself to fall asleep in a cocoon of warmth and smiling as he felt Ryan’s arm tighten around him even in sleep.

 

I wish we could stay like this forever.....

Comments

[rycolfan.livejournal.com]

Phooey Tiger - that was hot...and incredibly sweet! Mission fluff bomb is well and truly underway - I shall try to match your fluffiness! XP

A lovely chapter. I just hope their happiness lasts... *worries about forthcoming fight*

Looking forward to more! ^_^ x

[saiya-tina.livejournal.com]

I say the first bombing was successful! Your turn! :D

Thankies for the comment!

[not2bscene.livejournal.com]

Ahhhhhhh (it would be longer but I'm shy.)

Wonderful chapter addition to a masterfully crafted piece of work.
I'm so glad they're together again and how spectacularly, I'll never look at a pear the same again.

More and more and more of this please.

Did you make your Icon? It's gorgeous, but I cannot read the writing.

[saiya-tina.livejournal.com]

I know how you feel, I got the idea while having one myself. I took a bite then I was like 'EUREKA!' and started typing like crazy! XD

The icon actually was a lovely picture drawn by PDglyph for me! This link has the bigger version:

http://pics.livejournal.com/pdglyph/pic/0004by9z/