Great Risks - Part 7
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cmk418Title: Great Risks
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani (cameos by Shannon O'Reily & Ginny Ortolani)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Het, although if you read far enough, it won't feel like it (I hope)
Word Count: 1010
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
michele659 who has been invaluable in her comments and suggestions with regards to this story. I have a feeling that this is both everything and nothing like she suggested.
PREVIOUS
All other parts may be found here.
Ginny found Dino in the kids’ room, sitting in the rocking chair, talking to Michael in a low voice. His words were indistinct, then dropped away completely when he noticed her in the doorway. This was one of his rituals. After a hard day, she could always count on finding him here, confessing to Michael. The eighteen-month-old could give Dino something he couldn’t find anywhere else – love without judgment. Ginny had learned early on not to ask questions. Sometimes it was better not to know.
Ginny took Michael and laid him in his bed. Dino watched her. She was so practiced at this, having done it thousands of times in the past three years, first with Sofia, now with Michael. He never grew tired of watching this side of her. She moved back to Dino, a soft smile on her face, “How are you feeling?”
Dino stretched and then got to his feet. “Better. Relaxed.”
“Oh.” There was a tinge of disappointment in her voice.
“What ‘oh’?”
Ginny looked down at his feet. “Well, usually, after one of your brouhahas, you’re feeling... well...”
He smiled at her shyness. “Maybe this is something we shouldn’t talk about around the kids.”
“The kids are asleep,” she whispered.
“Still...” he said, taking her hand, leading her out the door and down the hall to their bedroom.
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Ryan O’Reily walked into his one-bedroom apartment. It was quiet. He walked into the kitchen and took a glance in the refrigerator. Shannon’s “tuna casserole, surprise!” was safely covered under a double layer of plastic wrap. Crap. He should have grabbed something at McDonald’s when he had the chance.
He squelched back the thought of what he had grabbed at McDonald’s when he had the chance. Great, now that fucking problem was back. “Shannon!”
There was no response. Maybe she had fallen asleep. He walked down the tiny hallway and opened the door to the bedroom. No Shannon.
Where the hell was she?
Christ, he needed to get laid. If he’d have known that Shannon wasn’t going to be here, he’d have picked up a girl at the bar where he and Cyril stopped for drinks and taken care of it. Instead he was lying in bed, contemplating the inevitable.
Jacking off was for prison. It had no place out here where pussy was easily accessible. That redhead was cute. The blond too. And then there was...
He didn’t remember kicking his pants and briefs to the floor, but his fingers were around his naked cock, lightly stroking.
Comparing.
Remembering.
There was nothing queer about it, really. A cock was a cock was a cock. Didn’t matter if it was his or not. The technique was pretty much the same. Fingers moved this way or that with enough pressure to make the person on the receiving end lose control. Taking control wasn’t gay. In fact, it made him feel more like a man.
“Need some help with that?” Shannon was smirking at him from the doorway, pulling off her clothes, leaving him no room to reply anything but an affirmative.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Slow. Deliberate. Were they at the point yet where she’d realize that he was stalling? He’d taken his time in undressing her. Lingering over each button, tasting each bit of flesh that he’d exposed. He kissed the lipstick from her mouth, stopping only when her fingers twined in his hair.
A flash of memory. O’Reily.
Panic flared briefly and Dino was glad her eyes were closed. He turned his head, kissed the pulse point at her wrist, and gently lowered her hand. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Let me do this first,” he winked at her and smiled, then bent his head to her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. He needed to stay in the moment, to really be with his wife.
He wanted to taste every inch of her, to remind himself who he was, who he desired. To purge all other thoughts from his mind. This was absolution.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
This was penance, thought Ryan. She was torturing him. He could have brought himself off several times over by now, but Shannon was teasing him, bringing him to the brink and then backing off. It was exactly what he wanted to do to...
If he’d had time.
The memories crept back, threatening to spill him over. He closed his eyes, and imagined it wasn’t his wife’s tongue sweeping down the length of him.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Dino kissed his way back up Ginny’s body, settling on her lips, before lifting off her halfway, and looking down into her eyes. Although Ginny’s eyes were glazed with passion, the unwelcome thought came to him again. It’s not the same.
Maybe it was time to adjust the intensity level. “Touch me,” he whispered.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Though they were separated by the invisible boundaries that divided one neighborhood from another, one territory from another, one man from another, it didn’t matter. Each man was absorbed in his own litany, but together...
“I want to watch you lose yourself.” Dino’s voice came out lower than usual.
“Baby, that feels so good,” Ryan muttered.
“Could you...?”
“How about...?”
“Oh yeah, that’s it.”
“Let me just...”
“God, that’s heaven.”
“More time. Need more time.”
“Need you.”
“So close.”
“Can’t stop.”
“Look at me.”
“You’re so...”
“Tell me you want me.”
“Want you so much.”
“Want me to make you come.”
“Yes.” Dino drew out the word until it was almost a hiss.
Time seemed to slow, and then everything exploded in a burst of memory and fantasy. They came in unison, each well aware of the other’s presence in his mind in that moment.
Images faded, memories pushed aside. There was only this moment – the way things should be.
This proves it. I’m not a fag, thought Dino, as he kissed Ginny.
I’m not a fag, thought Ryan, wrapping his arms around Shannon. He brushed the hair back from her face, letting the long strands run through his fingers.
“Shannon?” Ryan asked.
“Mm-hmm?” came her sleepy response.
“You ever think about cutting this?”
NEXT
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani (cameos by Shannon O'Reily & Ginny Ortolani)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Het, although if you read far enough, it won't feel like it (I hope)
Word Count: 1010
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to
michele659 who has been invaluable in her comments and suggestions with regards to this story. I have a feeling that this is both everything and nothing like she suggested.PREVIOUS
All other parts may be found here.
Ginny found Dino in the kids’ room, sitting in the rocking chair, talking to Michael in a low voice. His words were indistinct, then dropped away completely when he noticed her in the doorway. This was one of his rituals. After a hard day, she could always count on finding him here, confessing to Michael. The eighteen-month-old could give Dino something he couldn’t find anywhere else – love without judgment. Ginny had learned early on not to ask questions. Sometimes it was better not to know.
Ginny took Michael and laid him in his bed. Dino watched her. She was so practiced at this, having done it thousands of times in the past three years, first with Sofia, now with Michael. He never grew tired of watching this side of her. She moved back to Dino, a soft smile on her face, “How are you feeling?”
Dino stretched and then got to his feet. “Better. Relaxed.”
“Oh.” There was a tinge of disappointment in her voice.
“What ‘oh’?”
Ginny looked down at his feet. “Well, usually, after one of your brouhahas, you’re feeling... well...”
He smiled at her shyness. “Maybe this is something we shouldn’t talk about around the kids.”
“The kids are asleep,” she whispered.
“Still...” he said, taking her hand, leading her out the door and down the hall to their bedroom.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Ryan O’Reily walked into his one-bedroom apartment. It was quiet. He walked into the kitchen and took a glance in the refrigerator. Shannon’s “tuna casserole, surprise!” was safely covered under a double layer of plastic wrap. Crap. He should have grabbed something at McDonald’s when he had the chance.
He squelched back the thought of what he had grabbed at McDonald’s when he had the chance. Great, now that fucking problem was back. “Shannon!”
There was no response. Maybe she had fallen asleep. He walked down the tiny hallway and opened the door to the bedroom. No Shannon.
Where the hell was she?
Christ, he needed to get laid. If he’d have known that Shannon wasn’t going to be here, he’d have picked up a girl at the bar where he and Cyril stopped for drinks and taken care of it. Instead he was lying in bed, contemplating the inevitable.
Jacking off was for prison. It had no place out here where pussy was easily accessible. That redhead was cute. The blond too. And then there was...
He didn’t remember kicking his pants and briefs to the floor, but his fingers were around his naked cock, lightly stroking.
Comparing.
Remembering.
There was nothing queer about it, really. A cock was a cock was a cock. Didn’t matter if it was his or not. The technique was pretty much the same. Fingers moved this way or that with enough pressure to make the person on the receiving end lose control. Taking control wasn’t gay. In fact, it made him feel more like a man.
“Need some help with that?” Shannon was smirking at him from the doorway, pulling off her clothes, leaving him no room to reply anything but an affirmative.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Slow. Deliberate. Were they at the point yet where she’d realize that he was stalling? He’d taken his time in undressing her. Lingering over each button, tasting each bit of flesh that he’d exposed. He kissed the lipstick from her mouth, stopping only when her fingers twined in his hair.
A flash of memory. O’Reily.
Panic flared briefly and Dino was glad her eyes were closed. He turned his head, kissed the pulse point at her wrist, and gently lowered her hand. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Let me do this first,” he winked at her and smiled, then bent his head to her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. He needed to stay in the moment, to really be with his wife.
He wanted to taste every inch of her, to remind himself who he was, who he desired. To purge all other thoughts from his mind. This was absolution.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
This was penance, thought Ryan. She was torturing him. He could have brought himself off several times over by now, but Shannon was teasing him, bringing him to the brink and then backing off. It was exactly what he wanted to do to...
If he’d had time.
The memories crept back, threatening to spill him over. He closed his eyes, and imagined it wasn’t his wife’s tongue sweeping down the length of him.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Dino kissed his way back up Ginny’s body, settling on her lips, before lifting off her halfway, and looking down into her eyes. Although Ginny’s eyes were glazed with passion, the unwelcome thought came to him again. It’s not the same.
Maybe it was time to adjust the intensity level. “Touch me,” he whispered.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Though they were separated by the invisible boundaries that divided one neighborhood from another, one territory from another, one man from another, it didn’t matter. Each man was absorbed in his own litany, but together...
“I want to watch you lose yourself.” Dino’s voice came out lower than usual.
“Baby, that feels so good,” Ryan muttered.
“Could you...?”
“How about...?”
“Oh yeah, that’s it.”
“Let me just...”
“God, that’s heaven.”
“More time. Need more time.”
“Need you.”
“So close.”
“Can’t stop.”
“Look at me.”
“You’re so...”
“Tell me you want me.”
“Want you so much.”
“Want me to make you come.”
“Yes.” Dino drew out the word until it was almost a hiss.
Time seemed to slow, and then everything exploded in a burst of memory and fantasy. They came in unison, each well aware of the other’s presence in his mind in that moment.
Images faded, memories pushed aside. There was only this moment – the way things should be.
This proves it. I’m not a fag, thought Dino, as he kissed Ginny.
I’m not a fag, thought Ryan, wrapping his arms around Shannon. He brushed the hair back from her face, letting the long strands run through his fingers.
“Shannon?” Ryan asked.
“Mm-hmm?” came her sleepy response.
“You ever think about cutting this?”
NEXT
