My plot-bunnies have been on overload lately. This is one of the few stories they actually decided to finish right away. The have over a dozen more simmering on the back burner, waiting for who-knows-what to ignite the remaining plot. They are starting to refuse to stay in the timeline I gave them – I distinctly told them, 'between the end of volume 7 and the start of Like, Like, Love'. But no, they are ram-rodding away, dragging not only Dee and Ryo, but Drake and JJ into the future they were not supposed to touch. Even Ted isn't beyond their reach.
Bad bunnies! They're gonna be hasenpfeffer yet.
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Hour 36
Ryo had woken suddenly, for no apparent reason. It was still the middle of the night; very few traffic sounds were to be heard. The breeze gently moved the curtains with a silent swish. There was nothing to suggest an outside noise to rouse him. Perhaps it was the light from the moon.
The moon was almost full, and positioned where the moonlight was streaming in the open windows by the bed. Being soon after moonrise the moon was still large and close. He turned to look at Dee, to see if he had woken too. But the moonbeams were illuminating Dee's naked form in the best of all possible ways, making his desires for this man resurface. They had made love three times this night, and he still wanted more.
What had started this progression into loving a man? At first he knew he was straight. That lasted quite a few years, until he started in the Police Academy as best he could remember. Once he transferred to the NYPD he thought he was straight. The feelings started slowly; communal showers at the station became a bit uncomfortable. Women didn't hold the thrill they used to. Then he transferred to the 27. No matter how hard he tried to be straight, Dee headed him off at the pass.
But now, he used to be straight. Now he loved Dee with all his heart and soul. It was all Dee's fault. And he would have a hard time living without him. That was something he didn't even want to think about. It would be too easy for that to become a reality in their line of work.
He raised up on one arm, examining this exotic naked creature before him. He could see the silvery scar from an old knife wound, the moonlight intensifying the mark whenever Dee breathed out. There was another, older scar too, from his childhood days. Was that the one from when he fell out of the tree? Or was it from when he cut himself on the broken glass? He ran his fingers across the scars lovingly. These were all treasured parts of the man he loved. But sleep was quickly seeping back into him again, so he lowered back down to the bed, draped an arm lovingly around Dee's waist, and drifted back to sleep.
As he did so, a smile crept across Dee's face.
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Ryo woke the next morning, body stiff and sore, but mentally soothed and relaxed. They had quite an evening, first in the living room, then the shower, then the bedroom ... oh no, the living room! He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered as he remembered the explicit details of the evening.
Did I really top Dee?
I remember rolling off the sofa and pinning him to the floor, undoing his fly before he flipped me and undressed me. But for some reason he underestimated my strength and I got the upper hand. I was amazed by the surprise on his face, but acceptance was there too. He struggled, but with so very little effort behind it. Did I really say it was his turn for a sore ass? I think he was excited about my doing such a thing, and was willing to let me do as I wished.
It felt good, and the sounds from Dee just intensified the effect. His movements, his voice, his scent, his words .... "Show me how much you love me.", Dee had murmured. And I did exactly that. I don't think we've ever had the same reaction twice to each other sexually. Each time it seems to be a new sensation, a new experience. Something not quite felt before. Something worth experiencing, again and again, just to see if the feeling could be repeated, or what new feelings could be felt.
And later I asked him to fuck me – in those words! How could I do such things? How am I going to face him once he wakes up? Will he tease me? I'd be surprised if he didn't. It's more like how long will he tease me. He'll be gloating for weeks over this. The night his little Ryo went wild.
Opening his eyes he glanced with trepidation toward his dark-haired sleeping partner. What had gotten into him last night? All his preset controls were non-existent. How much did he have to drink? A few beers shouldn't have lowered his control that much? Or had he finally give in and let loose his stringent controls just a bit, enough to actually enjoy himself as he should. Finally accepting this new lifestyle freely, as Dee said he would eventually.
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"When I wake up to you with a blush on your face and worry lines on your forehead, you've been thinking too much. Again. Haven't you?"
"I'm sorry Dee. I seem to have lost all self-control last night. I behaved shamefully. I shouldn't have ...."
Dee was overrun by shock and confusion. "RYO! What are you apologizing for? You did nothing wrong, in fact you did everything right. You behaved like a normal human being, you expressed your love for another human being without controls or limits. With your full heart and soul. You made me feel blessed to have such a person love me. Ryo, I should thank you for such a wonderful evening. Last night was the most amazing thing that I could ever image. Come here ... let me thank you properly."
Ryo couldn't resist being pulled down onto Dee. "But aren't you going to tease me?"
"For what? You enjoyed yourself, didn't you? You did what came natural – you shouldn't regret it. I don't regret it – in fact I enjoyed it immensely. Want to go for four?"
"Dee! It's already 10AM. We have to clean up before Bikky gets back. We made a mess in the living room ..." With those words, the blush took over again.
Dee laughed. "That one is your fault. I was just minding my business, spreading the blanket to protect the rug, when I was wantonly attacked by my partner. Sexually accosted and made a playtoy. Had my private parts exposed for nefarious purposes. Oh, the shame ...."
"You're not going to let me forget that, are you?" Ryo turned his face away from Dee, which was getting redder, if possible.
Dee reached up and turned Ryo's face toward him, so he could look him directly in the eyes.
"No, because I don't want to forget it. It showed me that you love me – equally – just as much as I love you. That is something to be treasured, something never to be forgotten."
" I do love you Dee. So very much."
"Then come down here, I need a good morning kiss ...."
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Four times. This had to be getting into record territory. Not that they had this much time to play very often, but if this was the way it would be when they got time off together, they would definitely have to set some sort of schedule.
Ryo could see numerous love bites on his body. A look in the mirror displayed that a few had managed to be placed where he would need to keep his shirt carefully buttoned for the next few days. As long as it stayed cooler he should have no difficulty with it. He couldn't complain though. He had done the same to Dee. He'd lost all self-control with that exquisite, compliant body under him, teasing him, daring him to let loose and do to him as he wished.
"Admiring my handiwork? Maybe ready for more? You left some nice mementos on me, too. And in some not-too-ordinary places. The one you planted on my ass was interesting."
Ryo hadn't even heard him enter the bathroom. He looked into the dancing green eyes that studied him in the mirror. Mirth echoed from them, but on closer scrutiny a deep love resided there. As if in reply to his thoughts Dee leaned forward and nuzzled Ryo's neck, gently kissing him along the shoulder.
Without thinking he let his eyes slide closed, allowing himself to sink into the pleasurable abyss Dee was pulling him into. As Dee's arms pulled him closer, tighter, Ryo's breath quickened. His one hand reached upward to tangle in the dark unruly hair now teasingly brushing his shoulder and neck, the other caressed, then held, the one arm that encircled his chest.
I'm still horny! How can I be? We just .... One full day alone with him and I've become a sexual pervert! What would I be like if I didn't have Bikky to chaperone us most of the time? Neither one of us would be able to walk for a week – no, make that two weeks.
As if in agreement, Dee's other hand slid down Ryo's abdomen, to welcome this unexpected but very welcome turn of events. And a familiar presence was being pressed against him from behind.
"It's so rare that we can be alone in the morning. This is a treat, no Bikky to interrupt us, no time clock hanging over us, nowhere we have to be, nothing to do but enjoy each other's company. I love you Ryo, so much it hurts. So much I'm afraid it will disappear if I don't keep a tight hold on you. Please don't ever change your mind."
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It was noon by the time they got to breakfast. If you can call coffee and grilled cheese sandwiches breakfast. They had both dressed in old clothes. Dee was working on straightening the bedroom while Ryo tackled the living room. Yes, that was his doing, ready to do battle with the dust bunnies in the apartment. And a few other things. Ryo didn't want any tell-tale evidence showing up once Bikky was back. They would never hear the end of it. Bikky would be threatening to get THEM a baby-sitter.
It had taken most of the afternoon to get all the wash done, but they had finally gotten it all put away. The only thing left was to make the bed. Dee had piled the pillows on the floor at the end of the bed, and had gotten a fresh blanket from the closet. He had shaken out the bottom sheet and was bending over the bed, trying to spread the sheet to the other side when Ryo entered with the last load of folded laundry, ready to put it away in the linen closet. The sight of Dee with his butt in the air, sweat pants clinging tightly to his ass, was a bit much for Ryo. He stopped dead in his tracks, mesmerized by the erotic movements being performed in front of him.
Maybe a quick romp before I start dinner? Ryo glanced at his watch; Bikky won't be back until around 5, we can have a little fun, clean up, and make dinner in that time. The bed's not made yet, just put down a blanket ....
Ryo smacked his forehead, then shook his head as if to clear out the thoughts. Just listen to me! Planning perversion before the supervision gets back! I'm worse than a teenager. Stop thinking about it. You've still got things to finish cleaning before Bikky gets back.
Dee turned when he heard Ryo behind him. With a telling smirk he asked, "what's up?"
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"You guys were at it the whole time I was gone, weren't ya? Everything smells like fresh-washed laundry. The only time you do that much laundry is when you've been ..."
Ryo felt he needed to stop the direction of the conversation before it went much further. "Bikky! That's enough. We DO have to do laundry when we have days off, you know. It's not because we, uh, we needed to." The red on Ryo's face was all the proof that Bikky needed.
"You best not have been doing the nasty in my bed, 'cuz I'll know. If I even think you were in there ...."
Dee couldn't resist the bait. "Would you rather we do it there while you're still in the bed? Voyeuristic tendencies much? We can accommodate ...."
"DEE!!! Stop it right now! You know I – I'd never – couldn't – wouldn't ...." Ryo glanced between the two most important people in his life, exasperation taking over his countenance. "Oh, the two of you are impossible ...." Ryo hurriedly left the living room, muttering something about dinner burning.
Dee and Bikky exchanged glares.
"Pervert!"
"Brat!"
Dee smiled. "Let's go help him with dinner. OK?"
"Sure thing."
