Great Risks - Part 2
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cmk418Title: Great Risks
Characters: Ryan O'Reily/Dino Ortolani (with appearances by Cyril O'Reily & Peter Schibetta)
Rating: R (language)
Word Count: 708
Summary: The angst-y aftermath
A/N: Much love and thanks as always to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
history_gurl for giving this a good read.
PREVIOUS
“Ryan, Ryan, come on, get up,” Patrick Callahan’s voice penetrated the haze surrounding his brain.
Ryan sat up, felt dizzy. Patrick pulled him to his feet.
“Let’s go. I don’t want to be in this neighborhood any more than I have to.”
“Is Cyril mad?”
“He’ll be glad to see you in one piece,” Patrick responded.
Cyril’s really pissed then, thought Ryan, as Patrick pushed him into the car and floored the accelerator just moments later.
Patrick helped Ryan make it up to the third floor apartment. Cyril pulled the door open just as they reached it.
“Jesus, what happened?”
Dino Ortolani kissed me.
Cyril touched the bruise on Ryan’s forehead. Ryan flinched.
“I think some Guineas jumped him,” Patrick supplied.
It was an out. One that Ryan was happy to take.
“How many were there?”
“Three, I think. Bobby and Rico and...” Dino “... some other guy, I didn’t recognize him.”
“They were here?”
“Nah, I found him up there. Third and Creighton.”
Ryan looked like he was going to strangle Patrick. Right after he threw up. He sat down on the sofa, forcing back the wave of nausea that hit him.
Cyril frowned at Ryan. “Wanna tell me what you were doing in that area after I told you to lay low for the night?”
“I had a job. Okay?”
“Jesus Christ, Ryan, you know better.”
Sometimes having Cyril around was worse than having a mother. Nag, nag, nag, always making sure you followed the rules. Always making you feel like shit when you didn’t. This was one of the few times he wished Cyril would just act like their bastard father and haul off and slug him.
“What’re you going to do?”
“Nothing I can do, Ryan. You fucked up. They got your take?”
“Stash. Deal didn’t get that far.”
Cyril ran a hand through his hair. “Rest up. You’re not going anywhere for a while. Not without either me or Patrick with you.”
“For God’s sake, Cyril, let me take care of this.”
Cyril shook his head. “It’s not your game anymore, big brother. We’ll take all three at once. What do you remember about the third guy?”
Ryan closed his eyes, as if trying to focus on the image. “Dark hair, dark eyes, short, tough-looking.”
With lips even softer than Shannon’s.
* * * * *
“Dino, are you listening to me?”
“It’s all set,” Dino responded, but in truth, he didn’t have a clue as to what Petey was talking about. Nobody bothered to listen to Petey anyway. Everybody knew, including young Schibetta, that it was Dino’s show. And now, Dino was telling Petey exactly what he wanted to hear. They’d talked about it last week, everything just needed a green light, all the contacts were set in place.
Petey never knew this, but once a week, Ortolani visited the old man in jail. Nino treated Dino like the son he’d always wanted and he expected to be kept informed in the operations of the trade. Petey just coasted, riding Dino’s coattails, never privy to any of the actual details of the operation. And that’s how Dino liked to keep it. He wasn’t going to let the brat steal the position he’d worked so hard for, just because Petey was next in line.
Yet another reason to keep a lid on the whole O’Reily thing.
Dino couldn’t explain it. He wasn’t a fag. No way. He had a beautiful wife that he was faithful to. His dick didn’t even twitch in the presence of another man.
Until Ryan O’Reily.
It could have been the fighting. All the physical contact, their bodies writhing against each other. Ryan trying to wriggle out from under him as Dino shoved his hands into pockets, looking for drugs, weapons, cash, anything he could find. Accidentally brushing against O’Reily’s cock through his jeans and feeling it become erect.
Dino closed his eyes against the image. It was just a fluke. A momentary lapse. That’s all it was. If he saw Ryan O’Reily again, he’d beat the crap out of him. Those green eyes and soft lips would have no effect.
In fact, he may have to go looking for Ryan O’Reily in order to prove it.
NEXT
Characters: Ryan O'Reily/Dino Ortolani (with appearances by Cyril O'Reily & Peter Schibetta)
Rating: R (language)
Word Count: 708
Summary: The angst-y aftermath
A/N: Much love and thanks as always to
history_gurl for giving this a good read.PREVIOUS
“Ryan, Ryan, come on, get up,” Patrick Callahan’s voice penetrated the haze surrounding his brain.
Ryan sat up, felt dizzy. Patrick pulled him to his feet.
“Let’s go. I don’t want to be in this neighborhood any more than I have to.”
“Is Cyril mad?”
“He’ll be glad to see you in one piece,” Patrick responded.
Cyril’s really pissed then, thought Ryan, as Patrick pushed him into the car and floored the accelerator just moments later.
Patrick helped Ryan make it up to the third floor apartment. Cyril pulled the door open just as they reached it.
“Jesus, what happened?”
Dino Ortolani kissed me.
Cyril touched the bruise on Ryan’s forehead. Ryan flinched.
“I think some Guineas jumped him,” Patrick supplied.
It was an out. One that Ryan was happy to take.
“How many were there?”
“Three, I think. Bobby and Rico and...” Dino “... some other guy, I didn’t recognize him.”
“They were here?”
“Nah, I found him up there. Third and Creighton.”
Ryan looked like he was going to strangle Patrick. Right after he threw up. He sat down on the sofa, forcing back the wave of nausea that hit him.
Cyril frowned at Ryan. “Wanna tell me what you were doing in that area after I told you to lay low for the night?”
“I had a job. Okay?”
“Jesus Christ, Ryan, you know better.”
Sometimes having Cyril around was worse than having a mother. Nag, nag, nag, always making sure you followed the rules. Always making you feel like shit when you didn’t. This was one of the few times he wished Cyril would just act like their bastard father and haul off and slug him.
“What’re you going to do?”
“Nothing I can do, Ryan. You fucked up. They got your take?”
“Stash. Deal didn’t get that far.”
Cyril ran a hand through his hair. “Rest up. You’re not going anywhere for a while. Not without either me or Patrick with you.”
“For God’s sake, Cyril, let me take care of this.”
Cyril shook his head. “It’s not your game anymore, big brother. We’ll take all three at once. What do you remember about the third guy?”
Ryan closed his eyes, as if trying to focus on the image. “Dark hair, dark eyes, short, tough-looking.”
With lips even softer than Shannon’s.
* * * * *
“Dino, are you listening to me?”
“It’s all set,” Dino responded, but in truth, he didn’t have a clue as to what Petey was talking about. Nobody bothered to listen to Petey anyway. Everybody knew, including young Schibetta, that it was Dino’s show. And now, Dino was telling Petey exactly what he wanted to hear. They’d talked about it last week, everything just needed a green light, all the contacts were set in place.
Petey never knew this, but once a week, Ortolani visited the old man in jail. Nino treated Dino like the son he’d always wanted and he expected to be kept informed in the operations of the trade. Petey just coasted, riding Dino’s coattails, never privy to any of the actual details of the operation. And that’s how Dino liked to keep it. He wasn’t going to let the brat steal the position he’d worked so hard for, just because Petey was next in line.
Yet another reason to keep a lid on the whole O’Reily thing.
Dino couldn’t explain it. He wasn’t a fag. No way. He had a beautiful wife that he was faithful to. His dick didn’t even twitch in the presence of another man.
Until Ryan O’Reily.
It could have been the fighting. All the physical contact, their bodies writhing against each other. Ryan trying to wriggle out from under him as Dino shoved his hands into pockets, looking for drugs, weapons, cash, anything he could find. Accidentally brushing against O’Reily’s cock through his jeans and feeling it become erect.
Dino closed his eyes against the image. It was just a fluke. A momentary lapse. That’s all it was. If he saw Ryan O’Reily again, he’d beat the crap out of him. Those green eyes and soft lips would have no effect.
In fact, he may have to go looking for Ryan O’Reily in order to prove it.
NEXT
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Date: 2007-07-01 03:24 am (UTC)