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Ryan
He has me park in the garage, I guess to throw off suspicion. We have a quick dinner and watch more Miami Vice, or I watch and he watches me. I'm out in twenty minutes. Horatio wakes me with a gentle shake and tells me to take the guest room. I strip down to my underwear and climb under the cool sheets, too cool for my liking. I look in the closet for extra blankets. I find some but I'm still cold. Despite my chill I manage to fall asleep, until I feel someone climbing into bed with me.
Horatio
If he thinks he was going to sleep alone in my house then he was fooling himself. I know he chills easily. He was waiting for me to come and warm his bed. I can hear him in there restless, tossing and turning, waiting for me. I slip out of bed, and slip into his room.
"H?" he says, slightly groggy.
"Ryan. You seem to be having a little trouble staying asleep."
"Yeah I'm cold," he says.
"Let's warm you up," I say.
We drift off to sleep; a deep, restful sleep. Ryan stirs first in the morning, which wakes me up.
"Good morning H," he manages. Damn, his deep voice and bed head are turning me on right now, not to mention his morning wood.
"Good morning Ryan," I answer. I am rock hard as well. He notices, and blushes slightly. "Did you sleep well?" I ask.
"Yes," he answers. "Better than I have in a long time."
I cock my head to the side. I know he likes that. "And why was that, Mr. Wolfe?"
He locks eyes with me in mock indignance. "I thought we agreed that you weren't going to call me that anymore."
"I apologize Ryan." I emphasize his name, watching the effect that it has on him. "I hope you can forgive me."
"Hmmmm," he says, rubbing his chin. "I sure something can be arranged. But it's going to cost you."
He needn't say more. I swoop down on him, swirling my tongue in his mouth. I catch him off guard but he catches up quickly. We're both panting and moaning. I slip off his underwear. His cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum, just like mine. He runs his hand up and down the smooth shaft of my manhood, obviously impressed as what he finds. As he squeezes the head of my cock, I feel myself losing control. I let out a moan, low and long.
"You like that H? If feels doesn't it? Your cock feels so good in my hand," he whispers in my ear.
"Ryan," I groan. "Stroke harder, and faster…ahhhh," I grab his cock and start fisting it as well. He moans and gives me that little whimper.
"Ah, that's it. Whine for me Ryan. Tell me you like it," I encourage.
"Uhhhh, Horatio…that feels good…uhhh, mmmm,"he moans. I can't control myself any longer. His whining and whimpering is driving me mad. I have an iron grip on his dick, pumping as fast as I can, which is why he catches me off guard. He flips over and suddenly he is on top. He takes both of our weeping cocks in one hand and strokes hard and fast. Oh my God, it feels so fucking good. I absolutely lose control of myself.
"Ryan," I groan. "Oh Ryan that feels so, so, good, oh God, oh Ryan, Ryan, Ryan…"
I'm calling his name over and over again. I can't help it.
"You like that, don't you?" he taunts in my ear. "Payback is a bitch isn't it Horatio? I know you like it don't you? Say it Horatio!"
"Ryan!" I exclaim, "I fucking love it!" I move my hips with his, faster and faster.
"What's my name Horatio? Say it H, say my name!" he demands.
"Oh Ryan, Ryan, Ryan," I sing, along with some other incoherent nonsense. My moaning is louder and uncontrollable now. "Ryan, Ryan, Ryan!"
"That's right Horatio. And don't you ever forget it again, understand?" he demands in a voice I only hear rarely.
"I understand, Ryan. I'm so close! Oh Ryan, faster! Harder!" I am shouting now.
He obliges me. I feel it in my ass, my balls tighten.
"AHHHHHHH FUCK! SHIT! RYAN!" I shout at the top of my lungs and my cum shoots out in jets all over us both. Ryan comes right after me, shouting expletives of his own. He slumps on top of me, we are both panting furiously.
Ryan
Holy shit, that was hot. I could wake up to that every morning; Horatio shouting my name, moaning, groaning, losing control. I feel a rush of satisfaction that I was able to get such a reaction out of him. I never knew that he could be so vocal. He's usually not one for wasted words, although I wouldn't call what he was saying a waste. I can feel myself growing sticky as the cum dries. I am in desperate need of a shower, but I can't move, and I don't want to. We hear H's cell phone ringing from his bedroom. He mutters a curse, but makes no move to answer it. My phone is the next to start ringing. I look at him; he gives me a short nod. I answer it.
"Yeah?"
It's Frank. "Hey Wolfe. We've got a ton of evidence to process, and if I have to be here, then so do you and the boss."
"I'm coming," I groan, hating to have to move from my spot. "Is H there?" I ask, but of course I already know the answer.
"No he's not, and he's not answering his phone either, which is unlike him. I'm thinking about stopping by there-"
"No!" I cut him off, a little too quickly, and a little too much excitement in my voice.
"What's gotten into you?" he asks.
"Sorry Frank, it's been a crazy weekend. I mean, he was probably away from his phone, like in the shower or something. He's probably trying to call you right now."
"Well, alright,"Frank says. "I'll give him fifteen minutes. You'd better be here in thirty."
"Gotcha."I hang up and hop off of Horatio so that he can go call and get Frank off his back.
Horatio
"Horatio, where the heck are you?" Frank demands as soon as he answers his phone. "I called you twice."
"I apologize Frank. I was away from my phone."
"Yeah, uh huh. I'll bet…" he leaves off, knowing that he is crossing the line into my personal life, which I do not allow.
"Anyways, you plan of coming in anytime soon? We got a ton of evidence here."
"I will be there in forty-five. I'll bring you some of your favorite Danish."
Frank chuckles, but keeps his comment to himself. I can almost hear what he's thinking; that I must be feeling guilty or be up to something if I'm going to go through all the trouble of getting his favorite guilty pleasure.
"Sure thing H. Wolfe is on his way too." The very mention of his name sends sensations through me, all the way to my cock.
"I see."
We hang up. I hear the shower running. I knock on the door, telling Ryan that I am leaving for work, and to lock the door behind him.
"Sure thing H," he replies. As I stroll out of the house, my ego is fully sated; but it's more than just my ego. That dreaded cloak of loneliness is finally lifting. I wonder if Ryan feels the same way.
Trying to keep everyone in character as much as possible, but you never know what goes on behind closed doors!
