Great Risks - Part 4
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cmk418Title: Great Risks
Characters: Dino Ortolani/Ryan O'Reily
Rating: Hard R (borderline NC-17)
Word Count: 1040
A/N: Dedicated to my wonderful beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
history_gurl who is the best second set of eyes a writer could hope for
Thanks also tocolleendetroit who made the oh-so-apt icon above.
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All other parts may be found here
Well, now he was trapped, stuck in line between a family of five and what seemed to be the oldest man on the planet. And his luck just wasn’t playing out. He didn’t even know if Ryan was out there. It could have been two other guys in the car. Cyril O’Reily could walk in here right now and put a bullet in his brain. This was crazy. Completely insane. Who took his brain and replaced it with one from a fifteen-year-old girl? And he hated fucking McDonald’s. He was getting sick from the smell alone. And Ginny would probably have something delicious wrapped up for him in the microwave. But he couldn’t go back to the car empty-handed. Not after he made such a production out of stopping here.
Dino waved the old man ahead and stepped back to study the menu board. His eyes shifted back and forth. Door to the right. Big Mac. Door to the left. Quarter Pounder with Cheese. Door to the right. Swinging open.
Dino hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until Ryan O’Reily stepped through the door. Their eyes met, confusion running heavy in each. Dino sighed. The only way to end this was just to get it out of their system. There was no way that anything between them could exist. Not in his world. It was the not having that was driving him mad, the not knowing. Once he knew, it would be like...
... the countless girls in high school that he’d fucked and... Fucked? Where had that word come from? He wasn’t honestly thinking about fucking Dino Ortolani, was he?
Apparently, Ryan’s dick thought otherwise.
Ryan needed an escape. An escape that didn’t look like an escape. His cover story with Cyril penetrated his brain and he started to move in the direction of the bathroom.
He got to the door. A sign reading “Closed for Maintenance” hung from the doorknob. He tried the doorknob anyway. Locked. Fuck.
Dino’s voice sounded, close to his ear. “This one’s open.” And then Ryan felt an arm around his waist, pulling him backward through the ladies’ room door,
Dino turned with him, and once they were both in the room, reached behind him to click the lock into place. Dino felt Ryan wriggle away from him, then settled back, watching Ryan look around the tiny bathroom. O’Reily, goddammit, do something. Shoot me in the head, lick your lips, shuffle your feet in that way that makes me feel like you’re as stuck here as I am. But do something fast to put me out of my misery because I really can’t take another minute of –
“I thought women’s restrooms were supposed to be clean. Jesus Christ, shitters in the joint were cleaner than this dump. Fuck it,” Ryan mumbled and closed the distance.
Ryan was on Dino so quick that he slammed Dino back into the door. He buried his fingers in Dino’s hair, seizing his lips as if... there was no time. They had five maybe ten minutes tops before they were missed.
“I’m not a fag,” whispered Ryan, as he moved to plant kisses along Dino’s jawline.
“Fuck you, O’Reily,” growled Dino, drawing him close. “Killing the mood.” The words slipped out through the sex-fueled haze before he could take them back. There wasn’t supposed to be “a mood”, just whatever this was, rapidly moving toward – climax – a quick ending. And then back to killing each other. Dino’s hand slid down to Ryan’s waist, touched something. “You packing?”
Ryan smiled, working his way up to Dino’s ear. “38. I could kill you at anytime.” Ryan licked around the edge of Dino’s ear and took both of Dino’s hands in his own.
Dino watched as Ryan brought both of Dino’s hands together, then back over his head, against the door. Ryan held them in place with one hand as the other ran lightly down Dino’s chest. Dino leaned forward trying to maintain the closeness between them.
Ryan pulled back, looking at Ortolani standing there, vulnerable. Dino had the look of a man who knew his life was in Ryan’s hands, and Ryan had never seen anything that turned him on as much as that look. He lifted a trembling hand to Dino’s face, ran a thumb over the jawline, and leaned in to brush his lips against Dino’s. “God, I want...” he whispered against Dino’s lips, free hand over Dino’s pecs.
“We’re fucked,” whispered Dino as he rocked slowly forward on his toes as O’Reily’s hand drifted lower.
“No shit.” Ryan responded, fumbling with the top of Ortolani’s pants.
“This can’t...”
“I know.” Ryan slipped his hand inside Dino’s jeans, feeling another man’s cock in his hand for the first time.
“But...” Dino shifted forward as Ryan’s fingers managed to close around him.
“Yeah.”
“I just...” O’Reily was stroking now, making him lose track of whatever he was going to say. God, he wished his hands were free.
“Mm-hmm,” Ryan purred against his neck.
“Christ, that feels...” Dino closed his eyes, rocking against the unbelievable sensation of getting a hand-job from a man he was supposed to despise.
“Let go.”
“I’m not a fag,” Dino stated. As if that made a damn bit of difference at this point.
“Blow me,” replied Ryan.
A smile played on Dino’s lips at imagining fulfilling that particular request.
“Open your eyes,” O’Reily ordered.
Dino locked eyes with Ryan. Yeah, he looked at Ginny sometimes during sex, but it never had this kind of intensity. It was amazing.
And then he did something that he hadn’t done since the age of fifteen; he came in his pants. It wasn’t anything particularly embarrassing. If anything, it was a fucked up response to an absolutely fucked up situation.
Dino found himself suddenly falling against O’Reily, being caught in those arms and held securely, just for a moment, then released.
Ryan had moved over to the sink, washing his hands like he was Lady Macbeth. He met Dino’s eyes in the mirror. “This is it, right? I mean really there’s...”
And then Dino was turning him around and kissing him.
Both men jumped when there was a banging against the door and a voice shouted, “Open up! Police!”
NEXT
Characters: Dino Ortolani/Ryan O'Reily
Rating: Hard R (borderline NC-17)
Word Count: 1040
A/N: Dedicated to my wonderful beta
history_gurl who is the best second set of eyes a writer could hope forThanks also to
colleendetroit who made the oh-so-apt icon above.PREVIOUS
All other parts may be found here
Well, now he was trapped, stuck in line between a family of five and what seemed to be the oldest man on the planet. And his luck just wasn’t playing out. He didn’t even know if Ryan was out there. It could have been two other guys in the car. Cyril O’Reily could walk in here right now and put a bullet in his brain. This was crazy. Completely insane. Who took his brain and replaced it with one from a fifteen-year-old girl? And he hated fucking McDonald’s. He was getting sick from the smell alone. And Ginny would probably have something delicious wrapped up for him in the microwave. But he couldn’t go back to the car empty-handed. Not after he made such a production out of stopping here.
Dino waved the old man ahead and stepped back to study the menu board. His eyes shifted back and forth. Door to the right. Big Mac. Door to the left. Quarter Pounder with Cheese. Door to the right. Swinging open.
Dino hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until Ryan O’Reily stepped through the door. Their eyes met, confusion running heavy in each. Dino sighed. The only way to end this was just to get it out of their system. There was no way that anything between them could exist. Not in his world. It was the not having that was driving him mad, the not knowing. Once he knew, it would be like...
... the countless girls in high school that he’d fucked and... Fucked? Where had that word come from? He wasn’t honestly thinking about fucking Dino Ortolani, was he?
Apparently, Ryan’s dick thought otherwise.
Ryan needed an escape. An escape that didn’t look like an escape. His cover story with Cyril penetrated his brain and he started to move in the direction of the bathroom.
He got to the door. A sign reading “Closed for Maintenance” hung from the doorknob. He tried the doorknob anyway. Locked. Fuck.
Dino’s voice sounded, close to his ear. “This one’s open.” And then Ryan felt an arm around his waist, pulling him backward through the ladies’ room door,
Dino turned with him, and once they were both in the room, reached behind him to click the lock into place. Dino felt Ryan wriggle away from him, then settled back, watching Ryan look around the tiny bathroom. O’Reily, goddammit, do something. Shoot me in the head, lick your lips, shuffle your feet in that way that makes me feel like you’re as stuck here as I am. But do something fast to put me out of my misery because I really can’t take another minute of –
“I thought women’s restrooms were supposed to be clean. Jesus Christ, shitters in the joint were cleaner than this dump. Fuck it,” Ryan mumbled and closed the distance.
Ryan was on Dino so quick that he slammed Dino back into the door. He buried his fingers in Dino’s hair, seizing his lips as if... there was no time. They had five maybe ten minutes tops before they were missed.
“I’m not a fag,” whispered Ryan, as he moved to plant kisses along Dino’s jawline.
“Fuck you, O’Reily,” growled Dino, drawing him close. “Killing the mood.” The words slipped out through the sex-fueled haze before he could take them back. There wasn’t supposed to be “a mood”, just whatever this was, rapidly moving toward – climax – a quick ending. And then back to killing each other. Dino’s hand slid down to Ryan’s waist, touched something. “You packing?”
Ryan smiled, working his way up to Dino’s ear. “38. I could kill you at anytime.” Ryan licked around the edge of Dino’s ear and took both of Dino’s hands in his own.
Dino watched as Ryan brought both of Dino’s hands together, then back over his head, against the door. Ryan held them in place with one hand as the other ran lightly down Dino’s chest. Dino leaned forward trying to maintain the closeness between them.
Ryan pulled back, looking at Ortolani standing there, vulnerable. Dino had the look of a man who knew his life was in Ryan’s hands, and Ryan had never seen anything that turned him on as much as that look. He lifted a trembling hand to Dino’s face, ran a thumb over the jawline, and leaned in to brush his lips against Dino’s. “God, I want...” he whispered against Dino’s lips, free hand over Dino’s pecs.
“We’re fucked,” whispered Dino as he rocked slowly forward on his toes as O’Reily’s hand drifted lower.
“No shit.” Ryan responded, fumbling with the top of Ortolani’s pants.
“This can’t...”
“I know.” Ryan slipped his hand inside Dino’s jeans, feeling another man’s cock in his hand for the first time.
“But...” Dino shifted forward as Ryan’s fingers managed to close around him.
“Yeah.”
“I just...” O’Reily was stroking now, making him lose track of whatever he was going to say. God, he wished his hands were free.
“Mm-hmm,” Ryan purred against his neck.
“Christ, that feels...” Dino closed his eyes, rocking against the unbelievable sensation of getting a hand-job from a man he was supposed to despise.
“Let go.”
“I’m not a fag,” Dino stated. As if that made a damn bit of difference at this point.
“Blow me,” replied Ryan.
A smile played on Dino’s lips at imagining fulfilling that particular request.
“Open your eyes,” O’Reily ordered.
Dino locked eyes with Ryan. Yeah, he looked at Ginny sometimes during sex, but it never had this kind of intensity. It was amazing.
And then he did something that he hadn’t done since the age of fifteen; he came in his pants. It wasn’t anything particularly embarrassing. If anything, it was a fucked up response to an absolutely fucked up situation.
Dino found himself suddenly falling against O’Reily, being caught in those arms and held securely, just for a moment, then released.
Ryan had moved over to the sink, washing his hands like he was Lady Macbeth. He met Dino’s eyes in the mirror. “This is it, right? I mean really there’s...”
And then Dino was turning him around and kissing him.
Both men jumped when there was a banging against the door and a voice shouted, “Open up! Police!”
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