Double Negatives - Gloria
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cmk418As promised, the next installment. The title is just a title, not any indication of the events to come.
Title: Gloria
Pairing: Ryan O'Reily/Tim McManus
Warnings: A little bit of everything - language, some light violence, nudity, and sex. This may have actually earned an NC-17
Word Count: 1018 (C'mon, it's McManus. Did you expect me to do anything under 1000)
Author's Note: Special recognition to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sandrine who made me see this pairing was possible - her story "Freedom of Choice" is at Unit B for those who want to check it out.
To see the previous installments click the link of your choice:
Prologue
The Cat in the Hat (Adebisi)
And now, on to the story...
Gloria
Ryan O’Reily sat in front of the television watching Miss Sally bounce her way across the screen. No need for headphones here. That was why he heard trouble calling from across the quad.
“Hey, O’Reily,” greeted Mark Mack. O’Reily put his headphones on. Some people were just better to ignore.
Mack moved into the chair behind him and stripped the headphones off his head. “You’re gonna want to hear this.”
“I got no interest in anything you’re gonna say.” Ryan leaned forward to put more distance between the two of them.
Mack didn’t take the hint, but instead moved his chair closer to Ryan. “Guy I know working the infirmary says your girlfriend is fucking McManus.”
Ryan laughed as he balled his hands into fists. “Gloria’s got more taste than that.”
Mack kept it up. “Ooh, she’s got a taste all right. Taste of his-“
His anger propelling him, Ryan was over the chair and on Mack, knocking him to the ground. Mack barely had time to react before Ryan caught him with a quick right to the jaw. He kept up the pummeling until he felt the hack pulling him away.
They threw Ryan in the hole. Alone with his thoughts of Gloria. She betrayed him. He would have worshipped her like a goddess, but instead, who was she with?
Fucking McManus.
Ryan laughed aloud. Ridiculous. The guy was nothing. Choosing Tim McManus over him, it was like-
Choosing a free man over a con.
*******************************
Time, like light, heat and sound, had no meaning in the hole. Without the steady routine of EmCity, he was unable to tell how much time had passed. Maybe an hour, maybe twenty. Thoughts whirled in his head. Nothing but thoughts. Ryan had curled himself into a fetal position in the corner of the room, half for warmth, half to keep the waking nightmares at bay.
The door swung open and Ryan faced the last man he wanted to see –
Fucking McManus.
“You want to tell me what you’re doing in here, O’Reily?”
“Fuck off.”
McManus stood there, arms crossed in front of him, planning to wait him out. Ryan looked him over. Balding, not incredibly built, would be shit in a fight, no sex appeal whatsoever – and this is what Gloria chose? Ryan just didn’t get it.
“What don’t you get?”
Ryan cringed. He said the words aloud. How fucking stupid was that? After just a short time in the hole, all of his street instincts had dried up.
Since the question was out in the open, he couldn’t stop himself from answering. “You and her. What the hell does she see in you?”
McManus laughed. “O’Reily, I’m not going to discuss this with you.”
Ryan rose to his feet, trying to be as imposing as a naked man could be in this situation. He moved close to McManus. “So, don’t discuss it.”
McManus turned to head for the door. “Fine. We’ll see what another-” He stopped when Ryan stepped in his path.
“Kiss me,” Ryan commanded. “Kiss me like you kiss her.”
The words hung in the air for a moment, and then everything spun out of control. McManus grabbed him. Ryan noticed that he was surprisingly strong for a guy who spent most of his day behind a desk. McManus ground his mouth against Ryan’s, forcing his tongue inside. There was nothing sweet and gentle about the way McManus kissed.
And it turned Ryan on.
McManus broke the kiss. “Satisfied?”
Fucking McManus. Ryan looked at him with a combination of hatred and lust. “Was she?”
McManus shrugged. It was that offhand gesture that sent Ryan over the edge. He took a swing at McManus, who ducked, grabbed Ryan’s arm and spun him toward the wall. Had the fucker been to S.O.R.T. training? Ryan wondered. The thought was quickly put out of his mind as McManus trailed his fingers down Ryan’s chest.
“You think Gloria should be worshipped. Treated like a goddess. You’d probably touch her like this.” McManus’ caresses were slow and sure, as if he was running his hands over his own body instead of Ryan’s. His fingertips teased Ryan’s dick, skimming the surface, never grabbing hold. Ryan reached for McManus’ hand in attempt to apply more pressure to his straining cock.
“No,” McManus whispered. Something in the tone made Ryan obey. He could almost feel the bastard smiling behind him.
“You think she wants to have this done to her,” he whispered in Ryan’s ear before planting a kiss on it. His tongue glided over Ryan’s neck then across his shoulder, while his fingers traced gentle circles over Ryan’s nipples. Ryan stood absolutely still, unsure of what to do next, if he even needed to do anything.
“Jesus, fuck,” his mind screamed as he felt McManus’ teeth sink into his shoulder. The pain was so intense, but arousing at the same time, a lot better than the teasing caresses he had been getting.
McManus ran his hand over Ryan’s dick again. “Mmm. You figure it out yet?” There was a pause as the hand closed firmly around him. “And I always thought you were so smart.” Getting one up on Ryan seemed to turn McManus on more than touching the younger man’s body.
“You want to know what I give her?” McManus whispered.
Ryan didn’t care at this point. The one, two quick strokes McManus was giving him were just enough to drive Ryan out of his mind with need.
“Release,” McManus finished. The grip on Ryan's dick was suddenly gone.
Ryan’s brain whirled. What the fuck just happened here? Ryan spun around to confront McManus. He wasn’t there.
Ryan touched the spot on his shoulder where he had imagined McManus biting him. His flesh was unmarred. He wondered why his mind chose to play this particular trick on him. If it was just to get an answer to his question, he could have dreamt Gloria in here. He tried to bring the doctor to mind, but she eluded him. Stuck in this tiny cell with a hard on, and what was he thinking about?
Fucking McManus.
Next
Title: Gloria
Pairing: Ryan O'Reily/Tim McManus
Warnings: A little bit of everything - language, some light violence, nudity, and sex. This may have actually earned an NC-17
Word Count: 1018 (C'mon, it's McManus. Did you expect me to do anything under 1000)
Author's Note: Special recognition to
sandrine who made me see this pairing was possible - her story "Freedom of Choice" is at Unit B for those who want to check it out. To see the previous installments click the link of your choice:
Prologue
The Cat in the Hat (Adebisi)
And now, on to the story...
Gloria
Ryan O’Reily sat in front of the television watching Miss Sally bounce her way across the screen. No need for headphones here. That was why he heard trouble calling from across the quad.
“Hey, O’Reily,” greeted Mark Mack. O’Reily put his headphones on. Some people were just better to ignore.
Mack moved into the chair behind him and stripped the headphones off his head. “You’re gonna want to hear this.”
“I got no interest in anything you’re gonna say.” Ryan leaned forward to put more distance between the two of them.
Mack didn’t take the hint, but instead moved his chair closer to Ryan. “Guy I know working the infirmary says your girlfriend is fucking McManus.”
Ryan laughed as he balled his hands into fists. “Gloria’s got more taste than that.”
Mack kept it up. “Ooh, she’s got a taste all right. Taste of his-“
His anger propelling him, Ryan was over the chair and on Mack, knocking him to the ground. Mack barely had time to react before Ryan caught him with a quick right to the jaw. He kept up the pummeling until he felt the hack pulling him away.
They threw Ryan in the hole. Alone with his thoughts of Gloria. She betrayed him. He would have worshipped her like a goddess, but instead, who was she with?
Fucking McManus.
Ryan laughed aloud. Ridiculous. The guy was nothing. Choosing Tim McManus over him, it was like-
Choosing a free man over a con.
*******************************
Time, like light, heat and sound, had no meaning in the hole. Without the steady routine of EmCity, he was unable to tell how much time had passed. Maybe an hour, maybe twenty. Thoughts whirled in his head. Nothing but thoughts. Ryan had curled himself into a fetal position in the corner of the room, half for warmth, half to keep the waking nightmares at bay.
The door swung open and Ryan faced the last man he wanted to see –
Fucking McManus.
“You want to tell me what you’re doing in here, O’Reily?”
“Fuck off.”
McManus stood there, arms crossed in front of him, planning to wait him out. Ryan looked him over. Balding, not incredibly built, would be shit in a fight, no sex appeal whatsoever – and this is what Gloria chose? Ryan just didn’t get it.
“What don’t you get?”
Ryan cringed. He said the words aloud. How fucking stupid was that? After just a short time in the hole, all of his street instincts had dried up.
Since the question was out in the open, he couldn’t stop himself from answering. “You and her. What the hell does she see in you?”
McManus laughed. “O’Reily, I’m not going to discuss this with you.”
Ryan rose to his feet, trying to be as imposing as a naked man could be in this situation. He moved close to McManus. “So, don’t discuss it.”
McManus turned to head for the door. “Fine. We’ll see what another-” He stopped when Ryan stepped in his path.
“Kiss me,” Ryan commanded. “Kiss me like you kiss her.”
The words hung in the air for a moment, and then everything spun out of control. McManus grabbed him. Ryan noticed that he was surprisingly strong for a guy who spent most of his day behind a desk. McManus ground his mouth against Ryan’s, forcing his tongue inside. There was nothing sweet and gentle about the way McManus kissed.
And it turned Ryan on.
McManus broke the kiss. “Satisfied?”
Fucking McManus. Ryan looked at him with a combination of hatred and lust. “Was she?”
McManus shrugged. It was that offhand gesture that sent Ryan over the edge. He took a swing at McManus, who ducked, grabbed Ryan’s arm and spun him toward the wall. Had the fucker been to S.O.R.T. training? Ryan wondered. The thought was quickly put out of his mind as McManus trailed his fingers down Ryan’s chest.
“You think Gloria should be worshipped. Treated like a goddess. You’d probably touch her like this.” McManus’ caresses were slow and sure, as if he was running his hands over his own body instead of Ryan’s. His fingertips teased Ryan’s dick, skimming the surface, never grabbing hold. Ryan reached for McManus’ hand in attempt to apply more pressure to his straining cock.
“No,” McManus whispered. Something in the tone made Ryan obey. He could almost feel the bastard smiling behind him.
“You think she wants to have this done to her,” he whispered in Ryan’s ear before planting a kiss on it. His tongue glided over Ryan’s neck then across his shoulder, while his fingers traced gentle circles over Ryan’s nipples. Ryan stood absolutely still, unsure of what to do next, if he even needed to do anything.
“Jesus, fuck,” his mind screamed as he felt McManus’ teeth sink into his shoulder. The pain was so intense, but arousing at the same time, a lot better than the teasing caresses he had been getting.
McManus ran his hand over Ryan’s dick again. “Mmm. You figure it out yet?” There was a pause as the hand closed firmly around him. “And I always thought you were so smart.” Getting one up on Ryan seemed to turn McManus on more than touching the younger man’s body.
“You want to know what I give her?” McManus whispered.
Ryan didn’t care at this point. The one, two quick strokes McManus was giving him were just enough to drive Ryan out of his mind with need.
“Release,” McManus finished. The grip on Ryan's dick was suddenly gone.
Ryan’s brain whirled. What the fuck just happened here? Ryan spun around to confront McManus. He wasn’t there.
Ryan touched the spot on his shoulder where he had imagined McManus biting him. His flesh was unmarred. He wondered why his mind chose to play this particular trick on him. If it was just to get an answer to his question, he could have dreamt Gloria in here. He tried to bring the doctor to mind, but she eluded him. Stuck in this tiny cell with a hard on, and what was he thinking about?
Fucking McManus.
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