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Great Risks - Part 17
Title: Great Risks
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: A fairly high R
Word Count: 1041
A/N: Good grief, it's been a while. When we were last with the boys, they were getting cozy. All I have to say to that is - enjoy the moment.
PREVIOUS
All other parts are posted here.
What the hell happened now? Ryan asked himself, starting to sweat. Yeah, all that shit about being prepared was true, at least as far as the necessary supplies went. But this was...
Dino’s arms slipped lower down his body, hands cupping his ass, drawing Ryan into him as his tongue slid over Ryan’s neck.
“Relax,” Dino whispered, nipping at Ryan’s earlobe.
This was...
Ryan couldn’t hold onto a thought, kept getting lost in the moment as Dino’s hands continued to travel over his body.
When did his shirt come off? Oh, it was still there, just pushed up slightly as Dino... sweet fucking baby Jesus... clamped down on a nipple with his teeth.
Shannon did that sometimes when Ryan was paying more attention to pay-per-view boxing than to fucking her.
Should he be thinking about Shannon at a time like this?
Fingers hovered at the waistband of his jeans.
He supposed not.
His back came up solidly against the wall. Ryan had no idea how he was maneuvered there. It wasn’t like he was trapped. His heart thumped hard in his chest as Dino stared at him.
What the hell did he want? Do something, damn you, Ryan mentally screamed. Stop staring and...
He’d missed the moment when the top button was freed, but caught Dino’s half-smile as the zipper to his jeans was slowly – infinitely slowly – dragged down.
A hand inside, and then a hoarsely whispered, “Damn” from Dino.
Another moment and Dino was no longer standing in front of him. He felt Dino’s fingers tighten on his hips.
Oh, holy hell, this was...
Nice? Really not the descriptive adjective for the moment.
Ryan’s fingers moved to tangle in Dino’s hair.
There’s no way this could last.
There’s no way he could last.
He didn’t last.
Dino rose to his feet, a smug smile on his lips.
Yeah, Ortolani had been on his knees, but Ryan was the one who had lost control.
And both Dino and Ryan knew it.
But what Dino didn’t know, and Ryan was beginning to realize was that Ryan liked it.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Dino took a deep breath. If he was gonna take this whole faggoty thing seriously, he was gonna do it right. No waiting around for O’Reily to start things. For once, he was gonna be in control.
Especially since Ryan was starting to look kinda freaked.
He thought it was charming, in a way, but they weren’t going to get anywhere if somebody didn’t make a move soon.
Dino’s arms slid down Ryan’s back, kneading the curves of O’Reily’s ass. He heard Ryan quickly inhale and whispered “Relax” before teasing Ryan’s earlobe with his teeth.
O’Reily swayed against him. That’s it. That’s it, baby. Just let me...
All of a sudden there was too much clothing between them. Not good. Not good at all. Dino needed to touch and taste, to feel Ryan’s skin beneath his fingers.
There was no way, Dino realized, that he was going to get Ryan’s shirt off. Maybe the guy was just a little too relaxed to help out. One way to solve that problem.
It was so satisfying to get a reaction out of O’Reily. He loved the feel of Ryan’s nails raking down his back, pulling him closer.
Slowly, with a few tiny foot shuffles, O’Reily had his back nearly pressed against the wall. Dino knew he couldn’t move too quickly, couldn’t let Ryan feel trapped, because that was just asking for a fight. And fighting was the one thing that Dino didn’t want.
He wanted this. Noticing the flash of consent in Ryan’s eyes, Dino’s hands freed the top button on the jeans. He smiled at Ryan as he slowly eased the zipper down, one tooth at a time.
It used to drive Dino crazy when Ginny did this to him.
Should he be thinking about Ginny at a time like this?
He supposed not.
Should I look? You’ve got the guy’s dick in your hand, of course you should look. Should I just give it a glance or maybe just take a long, hard look at it?
Relax, Dino. It’s just a cock. You’ve got one of your own that you’ve seen plenty of times.
He looked. “Damn.” The word slipped out before he was even conscious of saying it.
How the fuck am I...? Good God, his wife must... Well, maybe just one taste.
Taking Ryan in his mouth, he wasn’t aware of the hard floor under his knees, or the flickering EXIT sign illuminating the hallway, or the sirens from the fire engines flying past on the street outside. He felt Ryan’s fingers in his hair, the movement of Ryan’s hips, the sheer sense of power that came from knowing that, just for a moment, another person was totally and completely his.
Ryan fell back against the wall, breathing heavily and Dino rose to his feet. He grinned at O’Reily before pulling him into a kiss.
You’re mine.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Dino felt Ryan press something into his hand. He looked down to see the condom and lube. Jesus, he wasn’t kidding about being prepared.
“It’s probably the only time we’ll get to-“ Ryan started.
Dino handed the items back to Ryan. “I can’t. Not that I don’t want to, but when all is said and done, I gotta go back home to my wife. Can’t do that if I’ve fucked somebody. It’s just the way it is.”
Ryan stepped away from Dino. “You are fucked, Ortolani. Pussy-whipped and fucked.”
“Kiss my ass, O’Reily.”
“Blow me.”
“Been there, done that, got the goddamn fridge magnet.”
Ryan grabbed Dino and, kissing him savagely, spun him through an open doorway into an empty apartment. They broke apart, their eyes locked with each other, not saying anything for a moment.
“Dino.” Ryan’s voice broke the silence. He felt the stubble on Ortolani’s jaw underneath his fingertips as he gently caressed the other man’s face.
He moved forward, capturing Dino’s lips in his own. Their kisses turned softer, more drawn out, more passionate, until they drew apart.
Dino took Ryan’s hand and led him further into the room. They sat by the window, exchanging kisses and light touches until the first signs of daylight appeared on the horizon.
NEXT
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: A fairly high R
Word Count: 1041
A/N: Good grief, it's been a while. When we were last with the boys, they were getting cozy. All I have to say to that is - enjoy the moment.
PREVIOUS
All other parts are posted here.
What the hell happened now? Ryan asked himself, starting to sweat. Yeah, all that shit about being prepared was true, at least as far as the necessary supplies went. But this was...
Dino’s arms slipped lower down his body, hands cupping his ass, drawing Ryan into him as his tongue slid over Ryan’s neck.
“Relax,” Dino whispered, nipping at Ryan’s earlobe.
This was...
Ryan couldn’t hold onto a thought, kept getting lost in the moment as Dino’s hands continued to travel over his body.
When did his shirt come off? Oh, it was still there, just pushed up slightly as Dino... sweet fucking baby Jesus... clamped down on a nipple with his teeth.
Shannon did that sometimes when Ryan was paying more attention to pay-per-view boxing than to fucking her.
Should he be thinking about Shannon at a time like this?
Fingers hovered at the waistband of his jeans.
He supposed not.
His back came up solidly against the wall. Ryan had no idea how he was maneuvered there. It wasn’t like he was trapped. His heart thumped hard in his chest as Dino stared at him.
What the hell did he want? Do something, damn you, Ryan mentally screamed. Stop staring and...
He’d missed the moment when the top button was freed, but caught Dino’s half-smile as the zipper to his jeans was slowly – infinitely slowly – dragged down.
A hand inside, and then a hoarsely whispered, “Damn” from Dino.
Another moment and Dino was no longer standing in front of him. He felt Dino’s fingers tighten on his hips.
Oh, holy hell, this was...
Nice? Really not the descriptive adjective for the moment.
Ryan’s fingers moved to tangle in Dino’s hair.
There’s no way this could last.
There’s no way he could last.
He didn’t last.
Dino rose to his feet, a smug smile on his lips.
Yeah, Ortolani had been on his knees, but Ryan was the one who had lost control.
And both Dino and Ryan knew it.
But what Dino didn’t know, and Ryan was beginning to realize was that Ryan liked it.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Dino took a deep breath. If he was gonna take this whole faggoty thing seriously, he was gonna do it right. No waiting around for O’Reily to start things. For once, he was gonna be in control.
Especially since Ryan was starting to look kinda freaked.
He thought it was charming, in a way, but they weren’t going to get anywhere if somebody didn’t make a move soon.
Dino’s arms slid down Ryan’s back, kneading the curves of O’Reily’s ass. He heard Ryan quickly inhale and whispered “Relax” before teasing Ryan’s earlobe with his teeth.
O’Reily swayed against him. That’s it. That’s it, baby. Just let me...
All of a sudden there was too much clothing between them. Not good. Not good at all. Dino needed to touch and taste, to feel Ryan’s skin beneath his fingers.
There was no way, Dino realized, that he was going to get Ryan’s shirt off. Maybe the guy was just a little too relaxed to help out. One way to solve that problem.
It was so satisfying to get a reaction out of O’Reily. He loved the feel of Ryan’s nails raking down his back, pulling him closer.
Slowly, with a few tiny foot shuffles, O’Reily had his back nearly pressed against the wall. Dino knew he couldn’t move too quickly, couldn’t let Ryan feel trapped, because that was just asking for a fight. And fighting was the one thing that Dino didn’t want.
He wanted this. Noticing the flash of consent in Ryan’s eyes, Dino’s hands freed the top button on the jeans. He smiled at Ryan as he slowly eased the zipper down, one tooth at a time.
It used to drive Dino crazy when Ginny did this to him.
Should he be thinking about Ginny at a time like this?
He supposed not.
Should I look? You’ve got the guy’s dick in your hand, of course you should look. Should I just give it a glance or maybe just take a long, hard look at it?
Relax, Dino. It’s just a cock. You’ve got one of your own that you’ve seen plenty of times.
He looked. “Damn.” The word slipped out before he was even conscious of saying it.
How the fuck am I...? Good God, his wife must... Well, maybe just one taste.
Taking Ryan in his mouth, he wasn’t aware of the hard floor under his knees, or the flickering EXIT sign illuminating the hallway, or the sirens from the fire engines flying past on the street outside. He felt Ryan’s fingers in his hair, the movement of Ryan’s hips, the sheer sense of power that came from knowing that, just for a moment, another person was totally and completely his.
Ryan fell back against the wall, breathing heavily and Dino rose to his feet. He grinned at O’Reily before pulling him into a kiss.
You’re mine.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Dino felt Ryan press something into his hand. He looked down to see the condom and lube. Jesus, he wasn’t kidding about being prepared.
“It’s probably the only time we’ll get to-“ Ryan started.
Dino handed the items back to Ryan. “I can’t. Not that I don’t want to, but when all is said and done, I gotta go back home to my wife. Can’t do that if I’ve fucked somebody. It’s just the way it is.”
Ryan stepped away from Dino. “You are fucked, Ortolani. Pussy-whipped and fucked.”
“Kiss my ass, O’Reily.”
“Blow me.”
“Been there, done that, got the goddamn fridge magnet.”
Ryan grabbed Dino and, kissing him savagely, spun him through an open doorway into an empty apartment. They broke apart, their eyes locked with each other, not saying anything for a moment.
“Dino.” Ryan’s voice broke the silence. He felt the stubble on Ortolani’s jaw underneath his fingertips as he gently caressed the other man’s face.
He moved forward, capturing Dino’s lips in his own. Their kisses turned softer, more drawn out, more passionate, until they drew apart.
Dino took Ryan’s hand and led him further into the room. They sat by the window, exchanging kisses and light touches until the first signs of daylight appeared on the horizon.
NEXT
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