Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Third Time's the Charm ❯ Matters at Hand ( Chapter 1 )

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Third Time's The Charm

Chapter One: Matters at Hand

By: Irish

 

Warnings: NC17, consensual sex, masturbation, naughty words, and more masturbation.

 

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Dee had thought that after their first time together, things would even out between himself and Ryo, that it wouldn't be such a roller coaster ride all the time. Of course, he had been wrong, his heart being twisted even more out of shape in the following three weeks.

 

After the second time, he was SURE it would finally be all good... but it still wasn't. Ryo had confessed his love, which had given Dee at least a small sense of security in their relationship, but it had been another two long weeks, and Dee was starting to feel like he was dating a priest.

 

They spent time together, most evenings were spent cuddled like kittens on the couch. They were intimate too... but Ryo was just so damned shy! Something would start, kisses that slowly heated, light caresses, but Ryo wouldn't even let it go into the realm of heavy petting,

 

Dee had sworn he had never masturbated as much at any other point in his life then the two years when he had been chasing Ryo, Unfortunately, that record was definitely being topped.

 

It wasn't like Ryo was any better, not that he ever let Dee touch it, but Dee could see what had to be a raging hard-on straining against his zipper every time they were together like that. He wasn't avoiding Dee. In fact, Dee found Ryo actually seeking him out more and more. It wasn't even about the sex, really, for Dee anyway. Something just seemed bassackwards.

 

'Its friday." Dee observed, not looking up from his paper work.

 

"Yup." Ryo agreed, some hesitation in his voice. He knew this was no casual observation.

 

"Bikky usually spends the night at Lee's, doesn't he?" Dee kept his tone casual, almost too casual, he realized belatedly, glancing at Ryo to find he had the look of a rabbit cornered by a fox.

 

"Come over?" Dee suggested, hiding the small crimp of hurt over Ryo's wariness. What did Ryo think he would do to him?

 

"Um..." Ryo looked down, blush heating his cheeks. 'come over what?' his mind has asked, which immediately conjured images of their last love making. Ryo had definitely 'come over' anything in a five foot radius. Dee's hand, the sheets, his own shirt which had the misfortune of being in the 'splash zone'. Or was that 'slash zone'.

 

His blush deepened as he saw his erection sliding silkily in and out of Dee's hand, remembering how Dee has whispered to him, ragged and panting, warm breath against his ear and neck 'come for me, baby'.

 

There was a real-time repeat of the lightening bolt that had run from somewhere in his chest, directly to his groin. At the time, he had climaxed, almost on command, throwing his head back and rasping out Dee's name. Now, he became irritatingly hard under the desk.

 

The way his seed had coated Dee's hand, making his strokes even quicker on Ryo's bucking shaft, how some of his seed had run over the back of Dee's hand, white against his tan skin-

 

"Ryo." Dee called, adding a small whistle after his name "Earth to Ryo. Come in, Ryo." Dee waved a hand in front of his eyes.

 

'come in' indeed. it hadn't taken long for Dee to do just that... Ryo forced the pornographic images at least far enough back in his mind to speak sensibly.

 

"Sorry, Dee. I was definitely out in the stratosphere." he chuckled weakly. God, he wanted to have sex with Dee. Right here, on the desk, sweeping their papers out of the way, wrapping his legs around Dee's waist as Dee thrust deeply into him... Ryo cleared his throat. "Sure I can come-" 'get your mind out of the gutter Ryo' "-over. I really can't spend the night though."

 

Dee knew what that was code for, loud and clear. He shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat. I'll take care of dinner, you wanna come over around seven?"

 

"Sure, that will give me some time to change." and take care of this distracting erection.

 

"Wonderful."

 

But the way Dee said it was a little dry. Damn it, was that all Dee wanted from him? Sex?

 

"Great." Ryo smiled, though it was a bit tight. Dee was standing up and pulling on his jacket. Ryo made no move to get up.

 

"Okay, well, see you then I guess." Dee waved, taking his smokes out as he walked out.

 

Ryo pulled out a case file, plowing through it until his passion has abated at least enough that it didn't look like he had his gun shoved down the front of his pants.

 

He was damned horny, Ryo reflected as he made his way hone. Not just the immediate kind of horny, that would be solved with a little stroking, but a lingering simmering kind of horny, that had him popping up like a Jack-in-the-Box at the slightest provocation.

 

It was also wrecking havoc with any kind of stamina he may have had. Though, after about five years of celibacy he didn't expect to have much, but still. When Dee had been over on Wednesday, they had made out on the couch after Bikky was in bed. Dee's hip had been resting against him, hardly even there, Ryo was pretty sure Dee hadn't even noticed, but when Dee's hips had started to shift a bit, restless with his own need, Ryo had almost climaxed, just with that light friction. Talk about hair trigger. Once Dee had left it had taken about a half-dozen strokes and one roll of a nipple to get himself to come. It was absolutely ridiculous. And wet dreams he thought he had mostly grown out of had made one helluva comeback. It seemed like half a dozen times over the last two weeks he had woken to the sound of his own moans, still half writhing with waning climax.

 

He was having at least one orgasm a day, and two or three some days. He masturbated before he went to sleep pretty much every night, sometimes he woke up orgasming again, and it seemed like most mornings he woke up with wood that just wouldn't go away with out him tending to it. He prayed Bikky's libido wouldn't kick in for a while yet, or they would be fighting for the shower.

 

 

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Dee wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. It wasn't even the sexual tension, although that was taken its toll on him as well. He couldn't for the life of him figure out though, why his lover --You've only done it twice, is he really your lover-- wouldn't be intimate with him. Dee nearly ground his teeth in frustration as he unlocked his apartment door. Had he been too rough? Didn't Ryo want him?

 

“What! What can it possibly be!” Dee hissed to himself, angrily hanging his keys on a peg by the door. He loved Ryo so damned much... why didn't Ryo see that? Dee kicked off his shoes, but paused and swept them off to the side with a foot, knowing he would forget to do it later, and knowing the disapproving look he would get from Ryo. `You know, he disapproves of almost everything about you' an insidious voice whispered in his mind.

 

“Yeah, what else is new.” Dee sighed, moving back to his bedroom, shrugging out of his holster, tucking his gun away in a locking wooden box on his dresser. Not that he had anyone to lock it up from, and not that the wooden box, or small bronze latch and lock would hold up to much. He just felt slightly more responsible not leaving it where any Joe Jackass could find it. The holster he hung over the back of his chair. The chair that Ryo had so neatly folded his clothes on their first time.

 

He had slept that time, Dee recalled, as he took off his work clothes. He had slept better then he could ever remember, safe in Ryo's arms. He hadn't slept the second time, no more then dozing, waking each time Ryo so much as stirred... terrified of waking up alone again.

 

“Hell maybe its a good thing we aren't screwing.” Dee sighed, pulling on a pair of faded blue jeans that had holes in places that were nearly illegal, and his favorite tee shirt with NYPD stamped across the front. He stuffed his work clothes in the hamper. Overhead, there was a roll of unexpected thunder, distant still, but it made him jump none the less. Something else jumped too, and Dee groaned as his fly was suddenly tested. It had been storming that first night.

 

“Focus, retard.” Dee told himself, restraining from cupping himself, though the suddenness with which he had become erect making that difficult.

 

Dinner. What the hell was he going to make. Not Italian. All Ryo could cook with any talent was pasta, and they had had pasta four times this week. Besides, garlic wasn't exactly conducive to love making. And Dee intended on making love... or at least giving it the old college try. Pawing through his cupboards, he was somewhat satisfied to find some wild rice, along with fish in his freezer. He could work with that. Another low rumble had Dee throbbing needfully. He turned on some music, hoping to drown out the sounds of the coming storm, at least until he had gotten dinner started.

 

It seemed to take forever, getting the fish prepared and in the oven, getting the rice to cook. The music had done him little good, and he had burned himself twice with the mental images the thunder and rain brought. Finally though, the timer was set and the rice was cooking, and Dee had every intention of taking care of his little, or not so little, problem before Ryo arrive. Because lord knew Ryo wouldn't help.

 

Thunder rumbled, closer down, low and long, the kind of thunder that really does sound almost like angles bowling... or a long deep groan. Dee closed his eyes as he cupped himself, finally, over his jeans, pressing with the heel of his hand against the head of his erection, more and more firmly as the thunder kept rumbling. He groaned deep in his throat, dropping his head back. When the sky was silent again, Dee slowly let up on his cock, lifting his head again, his vision feeling slightly fuzzy.

 

He crossed the room somewhat awkwardly, tight jeans constraining him both painful and pleasurably. He lifted a foot to step up onto his window seat, but dropped it back to the floor again, hissing when the movement bound his shaft even worse. He knelt first instead, before slowly, carefully, standing up on the cushioned window seat, reaching up, stretching his lean body to unlatch the top row of window panes, which opened, sliding each to the side. He was leaning against the glass to reach that high, a little unnerving, since nothing stood between him and a ten story fall accept that half inch of melted sand.

 

By the time he was opening the last window, it had started to rain, not just drizzling, but pouring, pounding. Already Dee's nipples were tight and hard from the cold glass, even through his shirt. when he felt the rain against the window though, he gasped softly, the nearly imperceptible vibration jolting through him like a live wire. It was almost like making love to the rain.

 

He debated continuing to stand there like that, chest pressed against the window, hips starting to arch to do the same, as cold earthy-smelling water pattered into his apartment. It felt good, dampening his hair and running down his back. Finally though, he pushed away, pretty sure it wouldn't take much to see him spread eagle against the glass writhing against it.

 

He eased back down, slowly stretching out on the window seat, rain coming in through the open windows, pattering down on his face and arms, slowly dampening his shirt and jeans. It felt almost like feather light touches. His right hand ran over his chest, rubbing over both pebbled nipples as his left one slid down his body until he was again cupping his straining erection over his jeans.

 

The feeling of his jeans against his aching cock was one he liked, the tightness making him throb that much more, making the need for friction nearly overwhelming. He teased himself instead though, pressing, using the heel of his hand, pressing first at the base of his shaft, just above his balls, making himself twitch against his jeans. His right hand rubbed slowly over his chest, rubbing in circles teasingly over his nipples.

Ryo had pressed against him so needfully that first night, after Dee had hit the lights and they were kissing again, ryo's hands almost urgent over Dee's body, touching, caressing, not seeming to know where to linger. Dee had slid a muscular thigh between Ryo's, pressing it against Ryo's erection, wanting to give him something to ease the throbbing against. ryo's hips and been moving restlessly as his need grew, but when he felt Dee's thigh press against him he had arched up, spreading his legs a bit, planting his heels to grind himself against Dee's leg.

 

“Dee... Dee...” His head fell back as he panted. Dee took full advantage, lips finding the delicate flesh of his throat, nibbling and licking. The way Ryo was grinding against his thigh, pressing and rubbing, was so erotic in its wantonness, Dee was almost tempted to rub him like that until he came, neither of their pants having ever gotten off. He pressed himself against Ryo's hip, feeling steel hard against him. He didn't even have to move, Ryo's writhing was rubbing him exquisitely.

 

“Ryo...” Dee moaned, as he started to grind the heel of his hand against his shaft, rubbing slowly in firm circles as he inched his way up his length. each circle made his shaft buck in his pants, the corresponding throb becoming shorter and more intense as he worked his way up. His nipples ached a little, the indirect friction just enough to make them want more. He pinched one, just a little at first, his nubs were sensitive, but they had never been a place he much focused on. Ryo's nipples though...

 

“Aahh!” Ryo cried out, his back arching as Dee's fingertip barely grazed over the peak of one small nub. “Dee!” there was a plea in his voice, and Dee smiled to himself, taking a secret pleasure in finding Ryo's nipples so incredibly sensitive. He slid his hands up Ryo's sides slowly until his thumbs rested against the stiff nubs. He rubbed them in slow circles, his touch light at first, knowing the pads of his thumbs were a little rough.

 

Ryo's back practically lifted off the bed, his movements against Dee's thigh becoming faster and harder, a soft keening sound coming from his throat, trying to press the aching points into Dee's pleasuring thumbs. Dee rubbed them both a little more firmly, and Ryo bucked.

 

“So sensitive.” Dee whispered against his flesh, lowering his head to the tender peaks.

 

“Yes!'' Ryo yelped, a hand coming into Dee's hair, practically clutching at it, urging Dee towards one hard nipple. “Very. Please, Dee.” He pleaded, writhing in anticipation.

 

Dee drug his tongue slowly over the pebble hard nub, having to groan himself when Ryo cried out his pleasure. He gave the other nub the same treatment before slowly sucking it into his mouth, the suction pulling at the nub a little. Ryo was practically thrashing under him, and Dee realized he better get down to business, or Ryo wouldn't even last long enough for Dee to get his pants off. Not that Dee was in any better shape.

 

Dee rolled his own nipple through his shirt, pulling at it a little, gasping at the roughness of his t-shirt. He was starting to rock his hips against his hand al little, pressing into his hand, as he pressed his hand against himself, grinding firmly enough over his erection that his arm was starting to hurt. He slid a hand under his shirt to find his nipple again, pinching it much more firmly, almost to the point of pain, rolling it firmly. He gasped, hips bucking against his hand.

 

He had worked his way down Ryo's body, ignoring for the moment Ryo's sound of disappointment as Dee's mouth moved on from his nipples, and the firm pressure of his thigh disappeared. Ryo squirmed a bit, trying to get Dee to continue with both, but he stopped quickly, panting, as he realized where Dee was headed.

 

Dee nibbled lightly down Ryo's flat, tense stomach, finding the fine trail of hair that started just above his navel. He followed it down, breath warm and moist against Ryo's skin, slowly drawing off his pajama bottoms as he went. He paused, not drawing them off completely, as his mouth came in line with Ryo's erection. It twitched hard, as if feeling his gaze, already leaking a little. Ryo had pushed up on his elbows a bit, and was watching with breathless anticipation.

 

Dee lowered his mouth slowly, teasing Ryo with his breath, before he licked lightly along his length, starting at his base, all the way up, pausing to run the tip of his tongue around the ridge of his head, teasing, until finally he dragged the flat of his tongue over his head and tip, tongue catching a taste of his preseed.

 

Ryo tensed so hard he almost froze, whimpering when Dee's tongue left his head, falling back against the pillows, fingers winding in Dee's hair as he felt the warm tongue start again at his base.

 

Dee had had enough of teasing himself, the rubbing felt good, but he needed more. The rain had him pretty well damp now, and the coldness of it, and the accompanying breeze heightened every nerve. He rubbed at his nipples again, firmly, letting the rough pads of his fingers and palm drag over their sensitive peaks, tight from cold and arousal. He hissed a breath of pleasure as he drug down the zipper of his jeans, the harsh rasping sounds almost one. He flicked open the tab of his jeans, feeling himself twitch and spring free of the tight denim.

 

He groaned deep in his chest as he pushed down his boxers a little, letting the elastic drag against his erection, finally baring it to his hand. He wrapped familiar fingers around himself. He was left handed in everything else, accept for this. He stroked slowly down, keeping his fingers loose, fighting the urge to tighten his grip, stroke more quickly. He slid his hand all the way down his length, sliding under his his pants and boxers to cup his balls, massaging them gently, before drawing his hand slowly back, running the pad of his thumb over tip.

 

“God...” he groaned.

 

He had taken Ryo into his mouth slowly, keeping the sucking light. He didn't want Ryo to come just yet, there was more, much more, Dee intended to do to him. He reached high, a bit awkward with Ryo's cock in his mouth, finding the bottle of astroglide on the bedside table. He continued to suck in a slow up and down rhythm, Ryo's moans and cries of pleasure nearly constant. He applied some lube to his hand, slicking his fingers, using a single finger to lightly caress Ryo's entrance, letting him get use to the feel.

 

Ryo didn't seem to even notice, too caught up in the exquisite oral he was receiving, his hands pulling at Dee's hair. Dee loved to have his hair pulled. Not in a painful way, not too hard, but each of Ryo's needy little tugs ran straight down his spine deep in his stomach and balls, radiating up to his hard member. He was aching badly too, despite having yet to be touched, really.

 

His finger probed gently, rubbing, massaging, not quite entering Ryo fully, he didn't need to just yet, there was plenty of sensation in what he was doing. He wasn't sure if Ryo caught on, or just that his body had, but he started to move, not just his shaft into Dee's mouth, but against the finger teasing him, enjoying the slick friction, the light press, of his lover's finger.

 

Dee cried out softly as light drops of cold rain pattered on his naked stomach and arm, some even landing, like tiny sparks, on the hot flesh of his erection. He tightened his grip a bit more, moving faster. His balls were starting to tense, just a little. His thumb circled against his tip with every pass of his hand, hips rocking into the tight ring of his fingers. He wasn't sure he would be able to last through the rest of the memory, letting his finger slip into Ryo's body, moving slowly inside of him, waiting until he started to move on his finger as well before crooking it just so against the bundle of nerves that was Ryo's prostate. Ryo had practically screamed. Dee hadn't needed to work very hard at loosening him... he was more then ready. Dee's hand was now moving swiftly on his erection, stroking firmly. Cords on his forearm were standing out a little, as he tensed, pleasure mounting. He was close.

 

Pushing into Ryo had almost been too much. Finally free of all of his clothes, his erection begged for attention, but so far it had gotten none. Dee slicked the lubricant over himself, worried what having Ryo do it would do for his stamina, easing between Ryo's legs. Ryo cocked a leg back with out thinking about it, and the other Dee rested against his hip. He closed his eyes tightly, using a hand to guide himself, feeling his aching head nudge, then press, against Ryo's tight entrance. He kept a steady pressure, waiting for Ryo's body to relax, and when it did, Dee was almost startled with how easy he went in, after breaching his tight entrance.

 

Ryo gasped, somewhere between pain and pleasure. Dee leaned forward on his arms, nuzzling Ryo's cheek, kissing his neck “I know baby, just relax.” he whispered. It was agony to hold still, buried to the hilt in a tight warmth he had waited two years to feel. He wanted badly to move, thrust, but he held back, waiting until he felt Ryo shift beneath him.

 

He started to move, just a small bit, tiny little movements, waiting until Ryo moved on him, waiting until he started to make soft pleasured sounds again, before he started to thrust. The first time he withdrew only to thrust home again, he had to pause and hold still again, everything tensing for a moment and almost sending him over the edge. Ryo keened his name, pulling on his hips, wanting that motion again.

 

Dee was stroking himself in earnest now, hand moving quickly on his length, tightening every time he passed over his head. The cool rain had him wet all over, and it continued to patter on his bare skin and clothes. His hips were thrusting into his hand firmly down, breath rasping between clenched teeth. He could come now, if he let himself, but he wanted to finish out the fantasy, if he could last. His other hand was pinching both nipples firmly, alternating between them, rolling and pulling on them a bit, making them almost too sensitive to handle.

 

Ryo's orgasm had started slow, his movements becoming jerky and arrhythmic, falling out of the rhythm he had only just found. His head was thrown back already, as he gasped for hair, dee's mouth had found his nipples again, and was sucking them eagerly, his hand working over Ryo's shaft. His legs and arms had started to tremble and he began to buck, hard deep motions of his hips, eyes rolling back. Dee had felt his lover's shaft swell a bit more in his firm grip, then start to buck too, twitching hard. Dee clenched his teeth, holding back his own release another moment, concentrating on his thrusts, aiming them against that magic spot.

 

Ryo's shaft twitched a few seconds unproductively, but when Dee had thrust on his prostate once more, a hard volley shot from him, coating Dee's hand, the next spurt ending up on Ryo's stomach and chest.

 

Dee only lasted long enough to feel the first wave of seed, listening to Ryo scream, caught in his throat, in pleasure, before he threw his own head back, thrusting twice more before the burning ache of his arousal nearly exploded from him.

 

Dee's back arched, his heels digging into the cushion of the window seat, throwing his head back almost hard enough to hurt. He pumped his shaft faster, breath short and gasping. He bit his lip as he finally came, seed coating his hand and stomach, stifling keening whimpers of pleasure.

 

It didn't take him long to be fully spent. Self pleasuring was good... but not quite the same as making love. His hand slowed, grip loosening again, until he was lightly caressing himself, then just cupping his sensitive cock, shielding it from the cold rain. He lay, relaxing slowly, letting his erection fade almost entirely before he tried to move, despite now being quite cold with the cooled heat of his passion, and rain damp clothes.

 

Dee tucked himself carefully back into his pants, zipping up. He cleaned up in the bathroom, deciding he ought to change anyway. If he wanted back in Ryo's pants, he had to dress to impress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note: So, originally this was going to be a one shot. Then I decided my random porn needed a plot. There will be another chapter, perhaps two, depending on if Ryo decides to have a little fun time of his own. Keep your eyes open ;)