by G. R. Lyons
He scrambled out of bed and went to his suitcase, pulling out a small bag that contained condoms, lube, handcuffs, and a small dildo. The toy wasn't as big as he usually liked, but it packed well and it got the job done when he had to substitute for the real thing. Ryley scrambled back onto the bed, popped open the lube, and started fingering his hole. He worked quickly, wanting a lot more than just his fingers in there, and just as soon as he could manage, he lubed up the dildo, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled as he eased the thing inside him.
Ryley found the sweet spot and stifled a groan. That was just what he needed. Keeping a firm grip on the base of the toy with one hand, he used the other to stroke his cock, throwing his head back and picturing Ash hovering over him, pounding away at his hole.
A light tap sounded at his door, and Ryley gasped, popping up onto his elbows as he stared at the door, his heart thudding inside his chest. Ryley hoped it was Asher, but if it was Vic, he didn't want the man to see him like this. He scrambled for the sheets to cover himself. “Come in,” he called softly.
The door opened and Asher slipped in, then paused there, a heavy silence following the click of the latch. “Could I–” Asher whispered.
Ryley reached across the bed and threw the covers back on that side, and he saw Asher give him a grateful smile before the man rushed across the room and dove into bed beside him.
“I'm sorry,” Asher whispered one they were both on their sides, facing one another. “Vic said something– I tried to listen to him, but– Gods, I just couldn't sleep out there. I just…wanted to be near you.”
Ryley grinned, feeling both slightly embarrassed and completely turned on by the sensation of the toy lodged inside him while this man was in his bed. “Well, I'm glad you came.”
Asher smiled back, but it dimmed a moment later. “Did you really cheat on Vic?”
Ryley's heart sank. “You heard that?” Gods damn it all. His cock began to soften, and he really wanted that dildo gone now, but he couldn't very well pull it out without Asher asking what he was doing. He looked down and let out a sigh. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I did.”
“So you two were…you know…together.”
Ryley nodded. “Six years.”
“Gods. Really?” Asher asked, and Ryley nodded again. “So what happened?”
Ryley shrugged and shifted, trying to get more comfortable, but all that did was make the toy nudge his prostate. He stifled a groan. “He kept trying to change me,” Ryley said, shifting again because he just couldn't help it. Awkward as the situation was, the pressure was keeping his cock from entirely losing interest, and the need to get off was just too tempting, especially with Asher so close. “And he wouldn't give me what I wanted. In bed, I mean.”
Asher tilted his head, frowning. “He wouldn't touch you?”
“No, no, he did. He just…” Ryley couldn't stop the groan that time when Asher shifted closer and reached out to trace his fingers across Ryley's chest.
“I can't imagine anyone not wanting to touch you,” Asher whispered.
Ryley grimaced, caught between shame and arousal. “That was the problem,” Ryley muttered. “Vic wouldn't touch me the way I wanted, but lots of other guys would.”
Asher paused, his hand going still, then he blew out a breath and shook his head, moving his fingers up to Ryley's shoulder. “Vic warned me– But I can't help it. I tried to stay out there. I really did. But I want– Ryley, I want to be near you.”
“Oh, gods, me too,” Ryley breathed, darting forward to kiss Asher, closing the distance between them.
Asher grabbed him and kissed him back, shifting forward so their bodies were pressed together everywhere. Ryley felt Asher's cock nudge his own, though they were separated by Asher's pajamas. Fucking hells. He needed Asher out of his clothes now.
Ryley heard a whimper right before Asher broke the kiss and pulled back, panting. “You're naked,” Asher gasped, one hand trailing down over Ryley's hip. “Gods…” Asher moaned and swooped back in, kissing Ryley with far more enthusiasm than Ryley had ever known possible.
They kissed and moaned and whimpered as they grabbed at one another, until Ryley shoved Asher back just enough to yank at Asher's clothes. Asher took the hint and tore everything off, tossing it all aside. They slammed back together, kissing and groping, until Asher broke off and jerked back.
“What's this?” he asked.
Asher's hand was on Ryley's ass, his fingers brushing up alongside the flared base of the dildo still lodged inside him.
Ryley blushed. “I was…um…Before you came in here…” He shook his head and pulled free of Asher's arms, turning over carefully to reach the bedside lamp and switch it on. Ryley blinked against the light, then settled down on his back, spreading his legs as he reached down to grab the toy's base, pulling it almost all the way out before inching it back in.
Asher frowned, watching him. “Why would you put something in there?”
Ryley moaned as the toy hit his prostate again. “Because it feels so damned good.” He thrust the thing into himself a few more times, using the other hand to play with his nipples and then with his cock. “Want you, Ash,” he breathed. “Want you inside me so bad.”
But Asher was still frowning. “Is that…normal?”
Ryley grinned. “Is for me.”
Asher shifted back. “Ryley, I don't know if I could ever–” He put his hands behind him, almost like he was guarding his hole.
“Oh, no, babe, I wouldn't ask you to,” Ryley insisted, pulling the dildo free so he could sit up properly and face Asher. He couldn't help whimpering at the loss of sensation. Gods, he wanted Asher's cock in there so bad, filling him up, slamming into him, but it wouldn't happen if he didn't get Asher's concerns alleviated. “Remember I said I was a bottom? That means I like getting fucked, not the other way around.”
Asher still looked skeptical.
“Trust me, it feels amazing,” Ryley said, shifting closer, lowering his voice. “And just think how it would feel for you.” He reached down and teased Asher's cock with the tips of his fingers. “Hotter and tighter than a mouth, and way better than a hand. You'd like to feel that, wouldn't you?” He paused when Asher moaned. Ryley grinned and leaned closer, making a tight fist around the head of Asher's cock and oh-so-slowly moving down toward the base. “Your cock, fucking into me, all hot and tight–”
Asher moaned and tackled Ryley down on the bed, kissing him as though his life depended on it. Ryley spread his legs around Asher, then reached out blindly, feeling around on the nightstand until he found a condom. He broke the kiss just long enough to tear the package open with his teeth, then pressed his lips to Asher's again as he pulled the condom out, tossed the wrapper aside, and wedged his hands down between their bodies to get the condom rolled onto Asher's cock.
Asher broke the kiss, panting. “What's that for?”
“Just to be safe,” Ryley said, “until I can get properly tested.” Even though it was probably too late, considering Asher had already swallowed some of Ryley's cum the night before.
Asher gave him a questioning look, but Ryley distracted him by giving his cock a teasing stroke with one hand while he fondled Asher's balls with the other. Asher bit his lip and moaned.
Ryley pulled one hand free and reached for the nightstand again. He found the bottle of lube, managed to squeeze some out onto his hand, and reached down for Asher's cock again, slicking it up and aiming it at his hole.
“Fuck me, Ash,” he begged.
Asher pushed up off his forearms and onto his hands, looking down at Ryley for a moment before he moved his gaze down to where Ryley held his cock, the head pressed right up against Ryley's hole. Asher glanced up, giving Ryley a questioning look, and when Ryley nodded, Asher took a deep breath, bit his lip, and eased forward.
The head popped right in thanks to the stretch of the dildo. Asher froze, sucking in a breath, and looked down again, his eyes wide as he watched his cock slowly disappear inside Ryley'
s body.
“Ryley–” he gasped. “Oh gods.”
“That's it, babe,” Ryley whispered, idly stroking his own cock with the residual lube on his hand as he watched Asher join him. “Just like that.”
Asher bottomed out and just held there for a moment, trying to catch his breath.
Ryley grinned, watching him. This wasn't going to last long, but he didn't mind. He was already pretty close from playing with himself earlier, and watching Asher lose himself in his first experience of sex was far more incredible than Ryley might have imagined.
Asher pulled back and slammed forward, then held still again.
“There you go,” Ryley encouraged him. “Just fuck me, Ash. Feels so good.”
Asher looked down at him, a hint of skepticism still showing in his eyes, but he thrust again, his eyes rolling back and a moan escaping him as he pulled back and thrust again, slowly picking up his pace until he had a steady, brutal rhythm going.
And he was hitting Ryley's prostate with every pass.
“Fuck,” Ryley breathed, throwing his head back. This definitely wasn't going to take long.
Asher's pace stuttered, and he slammed hard into Ryley a few more times before he just stopped and held there, his cock pulsing inside Ryley's hole. Ryley's hand flew over his own cock, the friction from that combined with the steady pressure on his prostate just enough to drive him over the edge.
Ryley gasped and shuddered as his cock shot all over his chest, just finishing as Asher's arms gave out and he collapsed, pining Ryley beneath him.
“Oh my gods,” Asher breathed against Ryley's neck.
Ryley nodded weakly. “You could say that again.” He worked his hand free from between their bodies, threw both arms around Asher, and sighed. Holy shit. Talk about amazing.
Asher caught his breath, and slowly pushed up onto his forearms, looking down at Ryley's face. “Was that–”
Ryley grinned. “That was incredible.”
Asher blushed. “So…we can do that again?” he asked.
Ryley chuckled, then stretched up to give Asher a kiss before settling back down with a sigh. “I will never say no to that.”
A shy grin slowly lit up Asher's face, and Ryley couldn't help smiling back.
Asher's cock was softening, so Ryley reached down and helped him hold the condom in place as he slipped out. Then he saw Asher wince as the man shifted up onto his knees.
“Babe? What's wrong?”
Asher shook his head, rubbing his hip. “It's nothing.”
“You keep looking hurt. That can't be nothing.”
Asher shrugged. “It's probably just…doing new things,” he said, waving a hand at the bed as he blushed. “It started hurting a bit right at the end there, but…” He paused, shifting his hips to one side, then the other. “It's fine now.”
Ryley frowned, watching him. “Maybe Vic's right. Maybe we should get you to a doctor as soon as we get home.” He paused, then asked, “How long has this been going on?”
Asher fidgeted before he answered, “Just since you found me. It hasn't hurt in years.”
Ryley didn't like the sound of that at all, but they wouldn't have any answers until they got Asher to a doctor so he could get a full scan and see what was going on. For now, though, Asher seemed perfectly content to snuggle up and go to sleep at Ryley's side. Ryley cleaned himself up, switched off the light, and settled down in Asher's arms.
* * *
ASHER WOKE with a smile on his face, feeling Ryley beside him long before he was able to pry his eyes open to see the man. Ryley made him feel so good. Not just physically—even though what they'd done last night had been so mind-blowing that no amount of words could seem to do it justice—but in all ways. Something about Ryley made Asher feel alive and hopeful. All Ryley had to do was simply walk into a room and Asher felt instantly happy.
Still, he knew he had to be careful. Vic probably had a point—that what Asher felt might not be real—but Asher couldn't help himself. He wanted Ryley. He wanted every part of the man, from his jokes and his carefree flair right down to his body. He wanted it all.
And Ryley wanted him. At least, Asher thought he did. The fact that Ryley had cheated in the past was certainly a cause for concern. Then again, were they really together? Was it too soon to say that? Asher chewed his lip. He'd been out of the world for too long. Maybe he really was reading into things in a way that wasn't real.
Ryley grunted in his sleep, then sucked in a breath and rolled toward Asher, throwing an arm around him and burrowing in close.
Asher smiled and put his arms around the man. He couldn't help it.
“Mmmm, morning,” Ryley murmured.
“Morning.”
Ryley nuzzled his throat. “You smell so good.”
Asher blushed and grinned.
“You excited about leaving tomorrow?” Ryley asked.
Asher blew out a breath. “Yes?”
Ryley chuckled and pushed up onto his elbow, looking down at Asher. “Not sure?”
Asher shrugged. “I'm just…nervous,” he admitted.
“Nothing wrong with that,” Ryley said. “I might be, too, in your situation. But don't worry.” Ryley gave him a peck on the lips. “I'll be right there with you.”
Asher grinned, but it slowly faded. “And…when we get back to Agoran?'
Ryley shrugged. “What about it?”
“Are we– I mean, what about–” He broke off and chewed his lip.
“Ash? Babe, what's going on?”
Asher blew out a breath. “Is this just fun for you, like Vic said, or–”
“Oh.” Ryley grimaced.
“So it is,” Asher mumbled.
“No, wait,” Ryley said as Asher started to get up. “Hey, listen.” Ryley shifted over so he was lying half on top of Asher, his arms bracketing Asher's body. “Look, I know I've screwed up in the past. I'm an asshole, and I broke Vic's heart, and I know that doesn't make me look very good, but…” He fidgeted. “Yeah, I'm having fun but…who knows? Maybe this will turn into something more than that?” He paused, then said, “Why don't we just see where this goes, yeah? I mean…we've only known each other a few days, really, but there's no reason we can't give this a chance.”
Asher blew out a breath as he nodded. He supposed that made sense. Maybe Vic was right and Asher was just caught up in the situation, thinking he felt more for Ryley than he really did. Maybe, once they got back home, Ryley would be off on his next little fling and Asher would be too busy trying to get back to a normal life to even think much about it.
But he definitely still wanted to be open to the possibility of something more, and at least Ryley was offering him that.
“Alright,” he agreed.
Ryley grinned. “Good.” He bent down and kissed Asher, and just as Asher managed to get his hands on Ryley's hips, Ryley pulled back. “Hold that thought.” He jumped out of bed and headed for the washroom.
Asher rolled up onto his side, watching him, and called out, “Ryley?”
Ryley stopped at the door and looked back at him.
I don't want anyone else touching you. Asher chewed his lip. “Nothing. Sorry.”
Ryley tilted his head, seeming to wait for something more, but Asher shook his head and gave Ryley a smile. After a moment, Ryley smiled back and shut the door.
Asher flopped back on the bed with a sigh.
When they finally got up and dressed a couple hours later, they stepped out of the bedroom to find Vic hard at work on his files, as usual. Vic's expression was blank as he glanced up at Ryley, but he managed a friendly smile when he looked at Asher.
“Good morning.”
“Morning, Vic,” Ryley said, breezing into the kitchen. He put something together for breakfast for himself and Asher, since Vic had clearly already eaten hours ago, and they all sat together at the table, discussing their travel plans for the next day.
When they were finished, Asher got up to help Ryley with the dishes, having to le
arn all over again how to do such things. It was all coming back to him, but it still felt strange. After living so long with only his bare hands as both plates and utensils, having to deal with actual dishes seemed almost unreal.
Asher was just drying the last plate when Vic's mobile rang.
The man didn't answer it right away, and when it rang a second time, Ryley looked over, a frown slowly taking over his face. “Vic? You gonna answer that?”
Vic was staring down at his phone. “It's my–” He broke off and shook his head as the thing rang again. Slowly, Vic reached out and picked up the phone, answering it just as a fourth ring sounded. He brought the phone up to his ear. “Hello?”
Asher and Ryley shared a look, then looked back at Vic, who stood from his chair and started pacing.
“Yes?” Vic asked his caller. He listened, then suddenly stopped pacing, throwing out his free hand to catch himself against the counter as his knees buckled, his whole face draining of blood.
What the hells?
“What?” Vic breathed. “W-When?” His eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling so fast, Asher thought the man might pass out.
“Oh no,” Ryley whispered.
Asher glanced at him. “What?”
Ryley stared at Vic, slowly shaking his head. “Cam.”
“Who's Cam?” Asher asked, but Ryley shushed him, so he looked back at Vic instead.
As they watched, Vic's eyes slowly got bigger and bigger, his lips parting, his breath slowing until it completely stopped, then he sucked in a breath as his eyes narrowed into a glare and his mouth snapped shut, his jaw so tight that Asher could see the muscle ticking.
“You gods-damned son of a bitch!” Vic roared into the phone. “How could you– You didn't even let me say goodbye!” Vic fumed, his whole face turning red. “I hope you rot in hell for what you've done, you fucking asshole!”
Then Vic pulled his arm back and hurled the phone across the room. It crashed against the wall and fell with a clatter just as Vic's knees gave out and he sank to the floor.
Ryley breezed past Asher and threw himself down at Vic's side, pulling the man into his arms.
