Great Risks - Part 9
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cmk418Title: Great Risks
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R (for language)
Word Count: 500
A/N: I can't believe it's been a month since I last posted a chapter of this fic. Subsequent parts will (hopefully) be coming a bit quicker in the next few weeks. The "article" referred to by Petey is actually a letter from a "Dear Abby" column that fascinated me when I read it.
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All other parts can be found here.
Virginia, Delaware, Virginia, Virginia. North Carolina.
There were probably better things to keep Dino Ortolani's mind occupied than playing the license plate game.
Reach over, unlock the car door, toss the bastard out on the street.
Hell, he could multi-task. That’s what got Dino where he was today. The brat wouldn’t know what hit him. This stretch of highway, an eighteen-wheeler would be the likely suspect and...
Petey would be crushed like a bug.
Dino glanced over at the sleeping next-in-line. If something happened to Petey on the road, he’d be stuck with it. He’d probably be blamed if there was an incident with a man-eating alligator down there.
Or were they crocodiles? And what was the goddamn difference between the two?
Miles and miles of road stretched before him. It was odd being this far away from home. Dino didn’t like it. Too much unfinished business and now this baby-sitting job. It was a punishment, pure and simple. Punishment for not following through on the job. If Dino hadn’t been following the whims of his cock, maybe he’d be home with Ginny and the kids right now and Bobby would be on chauffeur duty.
Yet another mark on the O’Reily tallysheet.
Hmm... O’Reily...
A way to get Petey that wouldn’t be traced back to him. It could work. Of course, that would mean seeing O’Reily again which was highly unlikely. And problematic.
Oh, look. Kansas. Forty-six more to go.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“So I told Pop-“
“Pull over, Petey. I gotta take a leak.”
Peter started to move the car off to the shoulder.
“What are you doing? There’s a rest stop in half a mile.”
“Why didn’t you go when we stopped for lunch? I mean, the McDonalds had-“
“Would you just let it go and pull in to the goddamn rest stop?” Dino silently prayed that he wasn’t blushing. Not that Petey would notice.
Peter pulled the car into the rest stop parking lot. There were two other cars in the lot. “I read once that these places weren’t exactly safe. There was this... article... about a guy disappearing into a rest stop and getting beaten up and robbed. His wife found him twenty minutes later.”
“That’s probably just one of those urban legends.”
“How can it be urban when it’s out in the country?”
Dino sighed and got out of the car. “I’ll be back.”
“You’re not going to take your piece?”
Dino smirked. “I can take care of myself. If you’re so concerned, you can follow me in.”
“Fag. I’ve got to call Rosalie.”
“Say ‘hi’ for me.” Pussy-whipped bastard.
Dino walked across the grass to the tiny building. Most of these places were no frills. And, as he knew from experience, he was just as likely to get jumped in a McDonalds’ restroom than in this rinky-dink facility.
Petey and his stupid urban legends, he thought, pushing open the door to the men’s room and walking inside.
Less than a moment later, the world went black.
NEXT
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R (for language)
Word Count: 500
A/N: I can't believe it's been a month since I last posted a chapter of this fic. Subsequent parts will (hopefully) be coming a bit quicker in the next few weeks. The "article" referred to by Petey is actually a letter from a "Dear Abby" column that fascinated me when I read it.
PREVIOUS
All other parts can be found here.
Virginia, Delaware, Virginia, Virginia. North Carolina.
There were probably better things to keep Dino Ortolani's mind occupied than playing the license plate game.
Reach over, unlock the car door, toss the bastard out on the street.
Hell, he could multi-task. That’s what got Dino where he was today. The brat wouldn’t know what hit him. This stretch of highway, an eighteen-wheeler would be the likely suspect and...
Petey would be crushed like a bug.
Dino glanced over at the sleeping next-in-line. If something happened to Petey on the road, he’d be stuck with it. He’d probably be blamed if there was an incident with a man-eating alligator down there.
Or were they crocodiles? And what was the goddamn difference between the two?
Miles and miles of road stretched before him. It was odd being this far away from home. Dino didn’t like it. Too much unfinished business and now this baby-sitting job. It was a punishment, pure and simple. Punishment for not following through on the job. If Dino hadn’t been following the whims of his cock, maybe he’d be home with Ginny and the kids right now and Bobby would be on chauffeur duty.
Yet another mark on the O’Reily tallysheet.
Hmm... O’Reily...
A way to get Petey that wouldn’t be traced back to him. It could work. Of course, that would mean seeing O’Reily again which was highly unlikely. And problematic.
Oh, look. Kansas. Forty-six more to go.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“So I told Pop-“
“Pull over, Petey. I gotta take a leak.”
Peter started to move the car off to the shoulder.
“What are you doing? There’s a rest stop in half a mile.”
“Why didn’t you go when we stopped for lunch? I mean, the McDonalds had-“
“Would you just let it go and pull in to the goddamn rest stop?” Dino silently prayed that he wasn’t blushing. Not that Petey would notice.
Peter pulled the car into the rest stop parking lot. There were two other cars in the lot. “I read once that these places weren’t exactly safe. There was this... article... about a guy disappearing into a rest stop and getting beaten up and robbed. His wife found him twenty minutes later.”
“That’s probably just one of those urban legends.”
“How can it be urban when it’s out in the country?”
Dino sighed and got out of the car. “I’ll be back.”
“You’re not going to take your piece?”
Dino smirked. “I can take care of myself. If you’re so concerned, you can follow me in.”
“Fag. I’ve got to call Rosalie.”
“Say ‘hi’ for me.” Pussy-whipped bastard.
Dino walked across the grass to the tiny building. Most of these places were no frills. And, as he knew from experience, he was just as likely to get jumped in a McDonalds’ restroom than in this rinky-dink facility.
Petey and his stupid urban legends, he thought, pushing open the door to the men’s room and walking inside.
Less than a moment later, the world went black.
NEXT
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Date: 2007-09-30 06:00 am (UTC)Is Ryan following him?(I could just picture Dino's expression if he woke up and that was the case!).
I really enjoyed this.I could understand Dino's frustration at being forced to do this "babysitting" for someone he thinkswill one day be his boss.( Especially since he thinks that should be his job.) Someone
a little,well,dopey is putting it nicely.
I liked how Dino was thinking of better things to do than checking license plates-like plotting Petey's demise!
And why was Dino blushing-was he thinking of Ryan?
I thought the reference to the "article" was really funny,as was all the dialogue between the two of them!
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Date: 2007-09-30 06:40 am (UTC)Are you in my head, woman? Because that is almost word for word the first line to Part 10.
Ryan is back home, pretending not to be gay. **am now kicking myself because that would have been a really great twist, had I not had the reunion scene plotted almost from day 1**
Peter is not dopey! Annoying, absolutely.
And why would any reference to a McDonalds' restroom make Dino think of Ryan? You'd think they- oh, yeah, right, carry on, nothing to see here.
I got a kick out of writing the dialogue between the two of them. And there was no way that Petey was going to cop to reading "Dear Abby". He's much too butch for anything like that. (Okay, that one might have crossed the line a wee bit!)
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Date: 2007-10-01 04:53 am (UTC)Ryan is"pretending not to be gay"! That's hysterical as I can see him pacing around saying"I ain't no fag",ad nauseum.
I'm sorry,Peter is just a little bit dopey-I mean,didn't he ask Dino how it could be an urban legend when they were out in the country?
Poor Dino!
Yes, I could see that Petey would feel awkward saying he read that in "Dear Abby"!
I would agree that saying Petey is much too "butch" for anything is crossing the line-a bit!
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Date: 2007-09-30 12:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-30 03:57 pm (UTC)“How can it be urban when it’s out in the country?”
Because, seriously, how many urban legends are actually set in rural or wilderness settings? And since rest stops are generally out in the middle of nowhere, it definitely doesn't qualify as an urban setting.
I don't think he's dumb, but I'm glad you love him anyway because I do too. Thanks for reading.