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wl_fanfictionRelief
By Patricia Thomas
Rating: Light R.
Pairing: Ryan/Greg
Summary: “I cannot resist you.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
“I need some relief. Just give me one more hit.”
“No, Greg. You’ve had enough.”
Ryan slumped in his chair, cigarette dangling from his fingertips. Greg lay sprawled across the bed, clad only in his boxers. He let out a heavy sigh.
“Fuck that. I don’t wanna quit anymore.” He got out of bed, glancing around the room. His brows came together in concentration, and Ryan couldn’t help but think how cute he looked.
“What’cha looking for?”
“A black hole, Ryan. A fucking black hole. I’m looking for my pants.”
Ryan smiled, thinking back to last night.
“Your pants are in the hallway.”
“By George, you couldn’t even wait until we got in the bedroom?”
“I cannot resist you.”
Greg chuckled and made his way to where Ryan was sitting. As Greg straddled him, Ryan reached up and grabbed him by the back of the neck. Their lips came crashing together, and Greg let out a small moan. Their tongues danced across each other, the kiss became more intense, and Greg’s hand settled on Ryan’s growing erection. Clothes were quickly shed, and Greg began pumping at a frenzied pace.
“Jesus…”
Ryan’s hips strained upwards. He gasped, feeling the pressure build. It felt so damn good…
“Greg…Greg, I can’t…I’m…”
He started rocking forward, keeping up with Greg’s frantic movements. The sight of Greg’s strong, callused hand wrapped around him, his head thrown back, lost in his own pleasure, brought Ryan to the edge.
“I’m so close…”
Ryan whimpered, then tensed up. His legs sprawled out as he came, a shudder rippling through his body. He was out of breath, panting and sweating.
“Jesus, Greg…that was…” He chuckled. “I cannot resist you.”
“Mmm…” Greg let out before leaning in to kiss him. When he broke the kiss, he waved a cigarette in front of Ryan’s face.
“Hey, did you just—“ He glanced back to the table behind him, noticing his less-than-full pack.
“What can I say?” Greg chuckled, staring at the cigarette. “I cannot resist you.”
By Patricia Thomas
Rating: Light R.
Pairing: Ryan/Greg
Summary: “I cannot resist you.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
“I need some relief. Just give me one more hit.”
“No, Greg. You’ve had enough.”
Ryan slumped in his chair, cigarette dangling from his fingertips. Greg lay sprawled across the bed, clad only in his boxers. He let out a heavy sigh.
“Fuck that. I don’t wanna quit anymore.” He got out of bed, glancing around the room. His brows came together in concentration, and Ryan couldn’t help but think how cute he looked.
“What’cha looking for?”
“A black hole, Ryan. A fucking black hole. I’m looking for my pants.”
Ryan smiled, thinking back to last night.
“Your pants are in the hallway.”
“By George, you couldn’t even wait until we got in the bedroom?”
“I cannot resist you.”
Greg chuckled and made his way to where Ryan was sitting. As Greg straddled him, Ryan reached up and grabbed him by the back of the neck. Their lips came crashing together, and Greg let out a small moan. Their tongues danced across each other, the kiss became more intense, and Greg’s hand settled on Ryan’s growing erection. Clothes were quickly shed, and Greg began pumping at a frenzied pace.
“Jesus…”
Ryan’s hips strained upwards. He gasped, feeling the pressure build. It felt so damn good…
“Greg…Greg, I can’t…I’m…”
He started rocking forward, keeping up with Greg’s frantic movements. The sight of Greg’s strong, callused hand wrapped around him, his head thrown back, lost in his own pleasure, brought Ryan to the edge.
“I’m so close…”
Ryan whimpered, then tensed up. His legs sprawled out as he came, a shudder rippling through his body. He was out of breath, panting and sweating.
“Jesus, Greg…that was…” He chuckled. “I cannot resist you.”
“Mmm…” Greg let out before leaning in to kiss him. When he broke the kiss, he waved a cigarette in front of Ryan’s face.
“Hey, did you just—“ He glanced back to the table behind him, noticing his less-than-full pack.
“What can I say?” Greg chuckled, staring at the cigarette. “I cannot resist you.”
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