by Crystal Rose
“Ry...fuck damn.” Phillip winced. His hands still stayed above his head. “Sorry...but you do have the prettiest fucking mouth I’ve ever seen.”
Ryan purred at that and returned to his slow torture of Phillip's cock. He slipped his mouth off and sucked on two fingers. He grinned when Phillip shook his head.
“My sucking…My way,” Ryan said primly and then didn't give Phillip any chance to think. He slipped his mouth over him again, deep-throating him until Phillip would have agreed to dress in the red dress Sandy had worn to the ball. One hand slipped behind Phillip and parted his ass cheeks with wet fingers. Another reached under the heavy cock and cupped his balls gently. When Phillip relaxed Ryan slipped his middle finger around the heady flesh until he could push the tip into the other man. He massaged the flesh and continued the bobbing of his head. Up and down he went so slowly that Phillip's hips began to move, demanding him to go faster. While Phillip fucked his face Ryan ever so slowly finger-fucked his ass.
It was fucking heaven.
He pushed a little deeper until Phillip began to whimper and make little sounds warning the smaller man to stop but not really wanting him to. All of it stopped when Ryan stroked Phillip's prostate.
Phillip let out a yell that rattled the windows. He cursed and bucked forward. If Ryan hadn't been ready he would have surely gagged.
When it all became too much to bear Phillip turned away from the wall and pulled Ryan off his cock and winced ever so slightly when the finger was pulled out of him.
“Fuck. That mouth should be fucking illegal.” He growled as they changed their positions. Ryan was rock-hard. He couldn't help it but the smell, taste and sounds Phillip made had him nearly coming in his own pants.
“I wasn't done,” Ryan said, his voice unnaturally calm.
“Oh yeah you are.” A big hand reached down and cupped him through the pants. “Now I'm gonna fuck you good.”
A firm hand caught his. Ryan grinned. “Who said you were in charge?” He laughed when Phillip growled at him. It was like laughing at a tiger when you're holding a bloody steak in front of him. But Ryan didn't care.
He pushed Phillip away and the other man came roaring back, pushing him and holding Ryan imprisoned against the wall with his body.
“Phil, do you want to stop?” Ryan asked, grinning.
“The fuck you say?” Phillip growled.
“You're gonna fuck me…But I'm the fucking driver,” Ryan growled back.
Phillip actually sighed. He looked at Ryan through veiled eyes. “I hate you.”
“No you don't.” Ryan began to take his clothes off and pointed at the clothing still pooled around Phillip's ankles. “You should get rid of those.”
The older man pulled off the clothing and glared at the younger one.
Ryan grabbed Phillip by the hand and led them both into Phillip's bedroom. “Tell me you have lube and condoms.”
Phillip grinned. “I should be a dick and tell you I don't. But then I wouldn't get laid and that would seriously piss me off.” He pointed at the dresser. “Top shelf.”
Ryan walked to it naked as the day he was born, having left his clothing on the floor in Phillip's hallway. He turned and looked at Phillip. He opened the dresser drawer, pulling out both lube and condoms. Slowly he walked back to the bed where the man had sprawled out like some sort of fucked-out Sex God. He stopped only to prop a foot against the bed. With agonizing slowness he slipped a hand behind himself. He played with his own hole, moaning at the touch.
Phillip groaned.
Ryan watched as Phillip's own hand came forward and began to stroke his own cock. There was nothing more attractive than watching a man handle himself. Ryan would gladly watch Phillip masturbate some other time, though. He had plans.
He left his ass alone so he could pour lube onto two of his fingers. He returned them to his entrance and began to push one inside of himself. He moaned at the pressure rocking his hips back to meet his own touch. When he couldn't bear it any more he pulled his finger out. Lubing up again, this time he pushed two fingers in.
Phillip's breathing was erratic. His jerks became slower...harsher…as if he was trying to stave off his orgasm. “Fuck. You. Are. Fucking. Beautiful,” he growled. Ryan could tell this was trying Phillip's patience but he still slowly fingered himself. His free hand went to his cock and began stroking it.
Ryan's moans echoed Phillip's. They were both on the edge. They both needed more. When Ryan finally had enough playing he crawled up the bed and captured Phillip's lips, demanding the other man open his mouth to his questing tongue. When it was given Ryan planted his legs on either side of Phillip's thighs. When the kiss was no longer enough Ryan grabbed the condom and ripped it open. He slipped it down Phillip's throbbing cock and lubed him up thoroughly. One hand reached down and grabbed Phillip's cock. He didn't take his time this time. He slammed himself down onto Phillip.
He moaned and keened high in both pain and pleasure. “Fucking shit... goddamn... fucking... FUUUUCK Phillip!” He gasped against the man’s firm lips.
“Fuck..Fucking hell. Ryan...God, don't fucking move. Don't you fucking move!” Phillip demanded.
Both men paused just enough to get themselves under control. Ryan went back to kissing Phillip and felt his erection bob heavily. He began to slowly move. They both groaned. His hips pushed forward and then pulled backwards.
“God...Ryan...Feels sooo good,” Phillip breathed.
Ryan angled his hips and pushed down, feeling Phillip rub against his prostate. “Fuck!” Ryan hissed. “Been waiting sooo long. Want you to fill me up.” He groaned.
Their movements were jerky until they settled into a rhythm that made both of them moan, whimper and beg each other for completion.
Phillip's hands slipped up and stroked Ryan's cock. It proved to be his undoing. He was knocking against his prostate with every thrust. Phillip's hand was hot and heavy against him. He didn't stand a chance. He came with a cry. Phillip surged forward, wrapping his arm around Ryan's waist. He took over the thrusting. He sat up, bringing Ryan forward. Ryan tried to keep the rhythm he had set up going but Phillip jerked and spasmed. He filled the condom with a hard cry.
Moments later both men collapsed against each other. Phillip lay back pulling Ryan onto his chest. “Freckles...you're not allowed to do that anymore. I think you're trying to fucking kill me.”
Ryan chuckled and blew out a deep breath. “Yeah, you were fucking pretty hard with me too there, buddy.”
“Uh huh. And you loved every fucking second.”
“Yup.” Ryan was too fucked-out to lie.
“Hang on. Let me get this rubber off.” Phillip pushed Ryan off and sat up to pull the condom off. Tying it off, he threw it into the trash can beside his bed.
“That was worth the wait.” Ryan yawned.
“And this time we get to wake up and do it again in the morning,” Phillip said smiling. They lay back snuggled against each other.
Sleep found them sooner rather than later.
***
That morning Ryan was awakened with gentle kisses. Phillip peppered his face and his neck with them. A long, hard thigh wedged itself between his. An already-hard cock pushed against his own rapidly-filling one.
“Mornin’,” Ryan drawled.
“Morning,” Phillip said lazily. “Rise and shine.” He murmured, “I just realized something.”
“Waz that?” Ryan asked.
“We've never tried ‘slow’.”
Phillip proceeded to show Ryan he could do slow and easy very nicely.
***
Phillip dropped Ryan off at his apartment later that afternoon. When Ryan pushed the door open the first thing he saw leaning against the wall was a two-by-four with a bright red ribbon decorating it.
“Kenny, you asshole!” he called, and was answered with a very manly chuckle and a definite womanly giggle.
***
A few days later Ryan got the surprise of his life. Phillip asked him to
come over for a BBQ. Ryan was nervous because first off, he knew Sandy and Katie would be there. And secondly he was being introduced as ‘the boyfriend’. He wore his best jeans and a casual shirt that Phillip had bought for him. It was another of those ‘Cav’ shirts that Phillip seemed to be so fond of.
When he rang the doorbell he expected Phillip to open it. Instead it was a girl around his age.
“Oh my God! You must be Ryan. Sandy said you were hot but wow. My brother has all the luck.” She sighed. “I'm Meghan, by the way. Come on in!” She opened the door and Ryan was surprised to hear not just Phillip's voice but several he didn't recognize.
“Um, nice to meet you, Meghan,” he muttered, walking in.
“He didn't tell you it was a family BBQ, did he? He doesn't tell people crap.”
“Meghan! Don't scare the poor man. Come on in, Ryan!” came another soft voice that wasn't Sandy's.
“Isn't he hot, Meg? I swear you should have seen him before. He was really twinky but now all of a sudden he's freaking hot! Ow! Phillip, I'm gonna tell your momma on you!” Sandy called from the living room.
Phillip came out of the living room, smiling at Ryan. He flipped his sister's nose and then laid a soft kiss on Ryan's lips. “Welcome to my madness,” he whispered, chuckling at the dumbfounded look on his lover's face. “Meg, meet Ryan. Ryan, this is my incredibly bratty sister.”
Meg stuck her tongue out at Phillip and smiled at Ryan. “Don't listen to him. He's a dork.”
Phillip slipped an arm around Ryan's shoulders and led him into the living room. “Momma, Daddy, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Ryan. Ryan, this is Sherri and Gerry, my parents.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Grabowski,” Ryan said, clearing his throat.
“Pfft, call me Sherri!” the older woman said. She had the same killer smile as her son and daughter.
“Polite. I like that,” Gerry said with a grin.
Shit! He was so screwed. Ryan blinked and tried to smile but was still not quite there. The brother was Jeff.
“So this is the guy that had you all flustered for so long? Hell, as a straight married man I'm impressed. Very nice, baby brother.”
Ryan actually blushed. He looked at Phillip, who grinned.
“Hot, isn't he?”
“Ryan!” Katie came running in and enveloped Ryan in a hug. “Daddy said you were gonna take me to see John Cena ‘cause he and Momma couldn't handle it. Are you?”
“Yup. Next Saturday right?” Ryan said, hugging the girl back.
“You rock...Really!” Katie squealed and hugged him harder. “You'll see. John Cena is like hot...Hotter than my dad.”
“Hey now! He's mine and you make sure that steroid freak knows it!” Phillip said, glaring at his daughter and then grinning. “We'll be right back!” He pulled Ryan into his bedroom and blinked sheepishly at him.
“Family BBQ? Dude! You set me up!” Ryan bitched.
“I did but I had to do something. Everyone was starting to think you were a figment of my imagination. Well, except Sandy, but she was swearing she never saw you either. So I had to do something!” Phillip laughed when Ryan scowled at him. “I'll make it up to you...like tonight...after everyone goes home.”
Ryan pretended to think about it and then slowly grinned. “Oh, you'll make it up to me alright.” He leaned up and kissed Phillip. They didn't waste any time in tasting each other's mouths. They were clawing at clothes when they heard a loud bang on the door.
“None of that stuff, you two. Not until we are all gone!” came Sherri’s voice.
Ryan blushed yet again, causing Phillip to laugh.
“Oh baby, they are gonna love you.” Phillip moved out of the way before Ryan could hit him.
***
Surprisingly Ryan did enjoy himself. He had already been accepted into the Grabowski family without having ever met them. Sherri demanded he call her ‘Momma Sherri’. She made his plate and would have cut up his meat if he hadn't stopped her.
Meg had decided that they were gonna be great friends. He felt the urge to remind her that he was gay, that he was not a girl. But thankfully Phillip did that duty.
Jeff decided they could like him even given his bad taste in football teams, mainly because Ryan was the only one he knew who could put up with his brother without wanting to kill someone. Ryan argued that point strongly because sometimes being with Phillip did make Ryan want to kill someone. But only those who interrupted them, a truth which Sandy pointed out to the whole family.
Gerry laughed his ass off while Phillip told them all basic training stories. Ryan just shrugged them off. He wasn't that kid anymore and hell, he had to admit a lot of them were funny as hell.
Sherri happened to be a picture taker. She also seemed to think that Ryan deserved a spot in every family picture she took, plus several pictures of just Phillip and him. She promised to email him all of the pictures. He promised to write her and the family while he was in Iraq.
Before they left Sherri cornered him in the kitchen.
“You know, PHIL doesn't talk about the men he's dated before. You're the first one he's talked about.” She smiled. “I knew you were special. Sandy said he introduced you to Katie and that’s how we all knew you were the one.”
Ryan blinked. He hadn't thought about it. He didn't think Phillip's feelings were up for discussing, and well, they might be gay but they still were male enough that they didn't talk about their feelings. He knew his feelings for the man. He was falling for Phillip Grabowski and being around the man's family wasn't stopping those feelings from getting stronger.
“I just wanted you to know that you're family now, Ryan. You ever need anything or need someone to whip that son of mine into shape, you call.” She grinned at him and surprised him by giving him their home number and cell phone number. She hugged him tightly. “Welcome to the family.”
***
After they left Ryan sat on Phillip's couch. “Your family is great,” he whispered.
“My mother thinks you're the ‘cat's meow’. She told me that if we break up they may keep you instead.”
Ryan laughed. “I think I'll keep them...and you, if you don't mind.”
“I was so hoping you would say that.” Phillip grinned and slid down beside him. “So I owe you.”
Ryan blinked and looked up at Phillip almost shyly. “I think maybe I owe you.”
They both lost their grins and talking became useless. Their mouths had other things to do besides talk.
***
The weeks flew by. Brendon had called just about every day, talking for hours to all of them. They all knew it was coming. Deployment was never easy. It was nearly August and they were all sitting in the ‘FUBAR’ before it opened to the public for the day.
Ryan was thankful that Phillip would be going with him. He hated that Patrick would be somewhere else, but he knew the smaller man's unit. He felt good about them.
Sandy, Mark and Kenneth were antsy about the whole deal. It was hard for them to watch their buddies and lovers leave. But they could do it.
“Dude! I'll be okay. I haven't had an episode in a while,” Kenneth said, holding up his hand. “Besides, I have Sandy and Mark to keep me grounded.”
“Still…” Ryan complained. “Promise you'll keep going to the meetings.”
“Promise,” Kenneth said, sighing. “Brendon wanted to come see y'all off but he can't get away.”
“Yeah; figured,” Phillip said. He was sitting in a booth with Ryan tight against him.
Sandy sat on Kenneth's lap and watched two of her three favorite men in the world talk. “I expect letters,” she said. “And don't worry. Katie and I will keep Kenneth too busy to worry.” She smiled at her daughter.
“Daddy, will you send me letters so I can put them in my scrapbook?” Katie asked.
“Of course, sweetness,” Phillip said reassuringly.
“You too, Ryan,” Katie said. She had accepted Ryan before anyone told her that her dad was dating the
other man. It was perfect for her. She adored both Kenneth and Ryan so. Adding them to her odd little family was easy.
“Of course, Miss Katie,” Ryan said with a grin.
Patrick came over and pulled a chair up. “I'm leaving in two days,” he said bluntly.
“Two days? When did you hear?”
“This morning.” Patrick was grim. Mark came in behind him. The older man was used to deployments but that didn't make it any easier to say good-bye.
“You two have everything packed?” Mark asked.
“Yeah. We went over it the other day. It rocks having a former Drill Sergeant as a boyfriend.”
Phillip laughed and nipped at Ryan's neck.
“OH MY GOD!! Daddddddddyyyyy you're soooo gross!” Katie made sounds that sounded like gagging.
“Stow it, brat,” Phillip said, laughing. They all sat in silence for a long time - each contemplating their up and coming deployments.
Three days later Patrick was in Kuwait. A week after that Phillip, Ryan and Alexander had their boots on the ground.
Chapter Twelve
22 Aug 2006
Mark,
We'll I'm in country. I heard Ryan and the others have gotten to Kuwait. I think this place has gotten worse from my last deployment. Damn, I miss you like hell. Being away makes me realize how much I love you. I think you're right. We should get married.
Patrick.
***
22 Aug 2006
