It had been a week. One week since that night at the bar. One week of barely being able to look his boss in the eye. One week of being called Mr Wolfe. One week of confusion. One week of frustration.
After Horatio had left him alone Ryan had brushed the dirt off his knees as best he could and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. He was confused and hard, left frustrated and in need of release.
Ryan had two choices as far as he could figure out. Go after Horatio or go back into the bar to find his release. In the end he had chosen the path of least resistance and ended the night on his hands and knees being fucked in a stranger's bed. Picturing a red head moving behind him, inside him, instead of the man he didn't know.
And now a week had passed but his confusion and frustration had not abated. Ryan had no idea what to do next.
An opportunity to talk with Horatio alone had not yet presented itself. Ryan couldn't just walk into the Lieutenant's office for this confrontation; glass walls didn't exactly provide a vast amount of privacy. So Ryan bided his time and waited.
His patience paid off. Ryan found himself alone in the locker room with Horatio.
"We need to talk," Ryan said coming up behind Horatio.
"No, we don't," Horatio moved to pass Ryan but the younger man blocked his path.
"Yes, we do," Ryan countered trying to resist the cold look in Horatio's eyes commanding him to back down. "What happened that night -"
"Was a mistake, and it won't happen again," Horatio said this with a calm he did not feel. Ryan could feel the growing uncertainty in the older man.
"So what, I blow you and that's the end of it?" Ryan demanded, taking a step towards Horatio.
In that moment Horatio snapped. He lifted his left arm and thrust it against Ryan's chest, pushing him back against the row of lockers. Horatio leaned in and kissed Ryan fiercely and in no way gently. This distraction allowed Horatio to unbuckle and unbutton Ryan's jeans with his free right hand.
Breaking the kiss his right hand did not remain free for long. He slipped his hand into the warmth of Ryan's boxer shorts, wrapping himself around the rapidly hardening dick.
Horatio quickly found a punishing rhythm. The friction caused by Horatio's hand was vaguely uncomfortable, but every other sensation was far too good to want to stop. Ryan quickly picked up Horatio's rhythm, thrusting his hips in time with him.
Ryan's moans and expletives grew louder and louder as Horatio worked him closer and closer to completion. Horatio moved the arm from Ryan's chest to clasp a hand forcefully over his mouth, silencing his moans.
Thrusting wildly now, Ryan was close. With a muffled but still audible cry, Ryan came. Horatio took a few moments to compose himself and then stepped back from the younger man. Ryan sucked in air, desperately trying to normalise his erratic breathing, caused both by the physical exertion of his orgasm and the restriction of Horatio's hand clamped over his mouth.
Horatio turned away from Ryan and moved to wash his hands, leaving the other man to do up his own jeans.
Turning back to Ryan Horatio said, "Now we're even."
"What!" Ryan demanded.
"This is over. It is not going to happen again, it cannot happen again. See you in the morning," Horatio turned and left without a backward glance.
Ryan slumped back against the lockers, more confused and frustrated than ever.