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pushed into his mouth along with Ry's breath.
Hell, yes. He wrapped his lips around Ryan's tongue, sucking, hips moving in time. Ry managed to get a hand between them and wrapped it around his prick, pulling hard on him. DJ felt that touch, deep inside, and his muscles clenched.
"Oh fuck!" Ry moved faster, really punching into him, managing to find just the right angle to pound his gland.
"There. There. Fuck. Ry, please!"
"Come on." Ry stayed on that spot, lighting him up from inside over and over.
There was no way to hold back, no way at all, not with the way Ryan was touching him. His body met Ry's thrusts, each of Ry's little cries and moans making everything even more intense. He was drowning in the scents, the sounds, and best of all, the feel of Ryan's cock battering inside him.
Ryan's hand worked hard around his prick, thumb stroking across his tip. He squeezed tight, gripping Ryan's cock as he cried out, came.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Ry jerked, and DJ could feel him filling the condom.
The bed felt like it was spinning and he reached out, gripped the sheets. Ry collapsed onto him, solid and warm, pinning him. Wow. Damn. Also, fucking A.
"Fuck. DJ..." Ry's breath was hot as it panted out against his throat.
"Uh-huh." Absolutely.
Ry began to slip out and, groaning, he pulled the rest of the way out, hand gently bumping DJ's balls. DJ moaned low, his toes curling. He heard the condom hit the garbage can and then Ry lay back down, head on his thigh, still panting slightly.
"You okay?" He was...well, hungry, actually.
"Yeah, just a little... I never expected this."
No. No, he hadn't either. Still, it was a way to spend an evening. He knew Ryan. Knew the man would never come out. This couldn't be anything more than a hook up. "You hungry?"
"Yeah, I guess I could eat." Ry pressed an almost hesitant kiss to his hip, and then stood. "Can I steal one of the robes in your closet?"
"Of course." He stretched, lazy, comfortable in his skin. "You don't have to stay, if you're uncomfortable, Ry."
"It's not that. I..." Ry sighed softly and he heard the closet door open, close again and Ry came back and terry cloth brushed against him as it landed on the bed beside him "You're so Zen, man."
"Oh, you haven't seen me fly into a crazy rage." He tended toward hot and cold.
Ry chuckled, lounging on the bed beside him. "Does that happen a lot?"
"I would say no, but my assistant would probably argue."
Ry chuckled, touched his belly. "What do you want from room service?"
"My safest option is whatever poultry sandwich and fries." Eating could be fraught with weirdness and he wanted to impress Ryan.
"Safest?" He could hear Ry flipping through the pages of the hotel information book.
He nodded. "Try eating one day with your eyes closed."
"Oh, shit. Yeah, that didn't even occur to me. They've got a grilled chicken sandwich with fries; it comes with lettuce, tomato and pickle."
"That's fine. I'm not picky." He had been, once upon a time.
"Well, they've got a chicken breast with roast potatoes and fresh vegetables here, which sounds way better than a chicken burger. How about that?" Ry's hand touched his arm, warm, gentle.
He felt his cheeks heat. There was a better than good chance that, during the cutting of the meat, the breast would go flying and he'd have to give it to Walter.
That hand stroked his arm. "Shit, DJ, I can cut your meat for you if that's what the problem is."
"You know how embarrassing this is? I'm going for totally cope-y and suave here."
"Trust me, you've got me totally beat in either department." Ry shifted away from him, picked up the phone. "Yeah, two filet mignons, please. Both medium rare, two beers, and two cheesecakes, please. Yeah, that's right. Thanks. A half hour? Cool." Ry hung up.
DJ snorted. "That's not chicken." Still. Steak. Uhn.
"No, but we never could afford it and you always loved steak. I'm guessing that's not changed and I can totally cut the fucking meat for you. Don't sweat it."
"I
Hell, yes. He wrapped his lips around Ryan's tongue, sucking, hips moving in time. Ry managed to get a hand between them and wrapped it around his prick, pulling hard on him. DJ felt that touch, deep inside, and his muscles clenched.
"Oh fuck!" Ry moved faster, really punching into him, managing to find just the right angle to pound his gland.
"There. There. Fuck. Ry, please!"
"Come on." Ry stayed on that spot, lighting him up from inside over and over.
There was no way to hold back, no way at all, not with the way Ryan was touching him. His body met Ry's thrusts, each of Ry's little cries and moans making everything even more intense. He was drowning in the scents, the sounds, and best of all, the feel of Ryan's cock battering inside him.
Ryan's hand worked hard around his prick, thumb stroking across his tip. He squeezed tight, gripping Ryan's cock as he cried out, came.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Ry jerked, and DJ could feel him filling the condom.
The bed felt like it was spinning and he reached out, gripped the sheets. Ry collapsed onto him, solid and warm, pinning him. Wow. Damn. Also, fucking A.
"Fuck. DJ..." Ry's breath was hot as it panted out against his throat.
"Uh-huh." Absolutely.
Ry began to slip out and, groaning, he pulled the rest of the way out, hand gently bumping DJ's balls. DJ moaned low, his toes curling. He heard the condom hit the garbage can and then Ry lay back down, head on his thigh, still panting slightly.
"You okay?" He was...well, hungry, actually.
"Yeah, just a little... I never expected this."
No. No, he hadn't either. Still, it was a way to spend an evening. He knew Ryan. Knew the man would never come out. This couldn't be anything more than a hook up. "You hungry?"
"Yeah, I guess I could eat." Ry pressed an almost hesitant kiss to his hip, and then stood. "Can I steal one of the robes in your closet?"
"Of course." He stretched, lazy, comfortable in his skin. "You don't have to stay, if you're uncomfortable, Ry."
"It's not that. I..." Ry sighed softly and he heard the closet door open, close again and Ry came back and terry cloth brushed against him as it landed on the bed beside him "You're so Zen, man."
"Oh, you haven't seen me fly into a crazy rage." He tended toward hot and cold.
Ry chuckled, lounging on the bed beside him. "Does that happen a lot?"
"I would say no, but my assistant would probably argue."
Ry chuckled, touched his belly. "What do you want from room service?"
"My safest option is whatever poultry sandwich and fries." Eating could be fraught with weirdness and he wanted to impress Ryan.
"Safest?" He could hear Ry flipping through the pages of the hotel information book.
He nodded. "Try eating one day with your eyes closed."
"Oh, shit. Yeah, that didn't even occur to me. They've got a grilled chicken sandwich with fries; it comes with lettuce, tomato and pickle."
"That's fine. I'm not picky." He had been, once upon a time.
"Well, they've got a chicken breast with roast potatoes and fresh vegetables here, which sounds way better than a chicken burger. How about that?" Ry's hand touched his arm, warm, gentle.
He felt his cheeks heat. There was a better than good chance that, during the cutting of the meat, the breast would go flying and he'd have to give it to Walter.
That hand stroked his arm. "Shit, DJ, I can cut your meat for you if that's what the problem is."
"You know how embarrassing this is? I'm going for totally cope-y and suave here."
"Trust me, you've got me totally beat in either department." Ry shifted away from him, picked up the phone. "Yeah, two filet mignons, please. Both medium rare, two beers, and two cheesecakes, please. Yeah, that's right. Thanks. A half hour? Cool." Ry hung up.
DJ snorted. "That's not chicken." Still. Steak. Uhn.
"No, but we never could afford it and you always loved steak. I'm guessing that's not changed and I can totally cut the fucking meat for you. Don't sweat it."
"I
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