A/N: Wow. It's been a while. I hope there are still people out there who remember these boys :) This is just a little smuttake that I'd been meaning to get round to writing for ages. It fits in the story timeline after the final chapter, but before the epilogue.

Warnings for spanking (consensual and enjoyable for both parties of course)

"About time. I thought you'd drowned in there." I roll my eyes at Riley as he saunters naked into the bedroom that we share. I carry on rifling through the chest of drawers.

This is officially Riley's bedroom, but we sleep in here every night because his bed is more comfortable than mine, and neither of us likes sleeping alone anymore. But over the months that we've been together, half my clothes seem to have ended up in his closet while the other half are still in my room. So, now I can't find my favorite pair of jeans.

"Chill, babe. We're not in a that much of a rush." Riley comes up behind me and puts his hands on my hips. He slides his fingers along the waistband of my boxers. When he presses a kiss on my shoulder his breath is warm, but it makes me shiver as a tingle of pleasure curls down my spine.

But I refuse to be distracted. We have plans tonight-drinks and then dinner for Rose's birthday-and I don't want to be late. Rose is fierce if people are flaky about arrangements, and she's not the kind of chick you want to have pissed at you if you value your balls.

"Where the hell are my jeans? You know… the dark blue ones that-"

"That make your ass look edible?" Riley cups my ass with his hands and squeezes.

"My ass is edible, I think you've proven that many times." I press back into his hands for a moment. "Oh, here they are!"

I pull my jeans out of the drawer and give them a shake. They're a little creased from being folded up, but they'll be okay once I get them on. I turn to face Riley and drop a quick kiss to his lips before bending to step into my pants, sliding them up and over my thighs. They have a button fly, and as I start to fasten them Riley runs his hands over my chest and shoulders, stepping in closer until his junk is pressed against the back of my hands. I can feel that he's getting hard and my dick inevitably starts to respond to his obvious interest.

"We don't have time for this." I tell him. "Rose will have our balls to use as earrings if we're late." But I give up on fastening my pants-they're too tight now anyway-and put my hands on his waist instead, enjoying the feeling of his smooth, warm skin under the palms of my hands. His cock is fully hard now and it juts into my hip insistently.

"There's always time for this." He grinds deliberately against the bulge of my semi and his grin tells me that he thinks he's winning. "We can be fast. Sixty nine? That's time-efficient."

"Later." I push him away firmly and he swear-to-god pouts at me. "And quit with those faces, Biers. Waiting a few hours won't kill you, delayed gratification can be fun too, you know."

As he turns away I slap his ass. I only intended it to be a light slap, but I misjudge it slightly and the crack of my hand is surprisingly loud. Riley jumps and yelps but when he turns his head back to look at me over his shoulder, there's something hungry in his eyes that goes straight to my cock.

"Do it again." His voice is a little breathless and his eyes are wide and dark as he stares at me.

I swallow hard. "Are you sure, babe? I didn't mean for that to be so hard. I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm sure."

It's not the first time that I've given him a playful slap on the ass, and I know that it's something he isn't averse to. But we've never really explored it before. And damn it, now I want to go there, but we need to leave in fifteen minutes so it's really not a good time. But I can't say no to Riley when he looks at me like that, and he knows it. Fuck. So apparently now is the time. As long as we make it in time for dinner, Rose might forgive us missing drinks.

I shift gears mentally as I make the decision and drop my gaze to study the pink print of my hand where it blooms on the pale skin of Riley's ass cheek. I can clearly see the lines of my fingers where I struck him. I like the look of it a little more than I'm comfortable with.

"Okay." My voice comes out deep and husky and I swallow again.

Riley turns and grins at me. His eyes glitter and his cock is rock hard, the flushed pink head is the exact same shade as my handprint on his ass.

"Okay," I say. "How do you want to do this? Do I put you over my knee, or what?"

I'm only joking. But Riley moves his hand to his dick and squeezes, groaning. So I take that as a yes.

Feeling like an actor in a bad porno, I move and sit on the chair that stands in the corner of the bedroom. "Come here." I try to keep my voice stern and suppress the nervous laughter that wants to escape. I feel like an idiot, but I can do this for Riley if he wants it. I try to cover my embarrassment with a joke. "Just so you know, you are not calling me Daddy, okay?"

Riley snorts, amusement flitting over his features. "Okay."

He moves across the room eagerly and drapes himself over my lap. Suddenly the whole situation is less amusing and a whole lot more arousing, because Riley looks so fucking sexy like this. The lean lines of his limbs and back stretch across my thighs, and he tilts his ass upward invitingly so that the perfect curves are on display.

I run my hands over the soft fuzz of pale hair on his ass cheeks and he shivers, hips flexing and pressing his erection into my thigh.

"Jesus, Ri, you really want it, don't you?" I mutter, still not quite believing that we're about to do this.

Riley nods. His eyes are cast down to the floor but I can see the flush that's reached the tips of his ears and the back of his neck.

I don't doubt for a minute that he wants this, but I need to hear him say it.

"Tell me, Riley. Tell me exactly what you want from me."

"I… I want you to spank me." His voice is barely more than a whisper, but it makes my cock ache, trapped in my underwear. I'm glad I didn't manage to fasten my jeans, the breathing space of the open fly is very welcome right now.

"How many times?" I ask him.

He shrugs, head hanging down and his body limp. I've never seen Riley like this before, so acquiescent. Normally, if anyone's in control it's Riley. He's usually the one giving instructions, telling me how to stroke his dick just right, or how to change the angle when I'm fucking him so that I hit his sweet spot till he comes. But today it's like a switch has been flipped, and I get it. I get that he wants me to drive for once.

I take a deep breath. "Okay," I tell him. "This is how it's gonna go. This is new, so we're going to try for ten. But if it's too much, if you want me to stop… you tell me. You say stop and it's over for today. Understand?"

He nods.

I put one hand on the small of his back to anchor him-or maybe to anchor myself?-and then I start.

"One." My first slap is more gentle than the playful one that I landed on him earlier. I aim for his unmarked ass cheek and he huffs out a breath as my hand makes contact.

"Two." A little harder this time. My palm makes contact with his other cheek, a little lower than the handprint I left earlier.

I alternate again on three and four. Riley hisses at the fourth but his head stays down and his body stays loose and relaxed so I continue, striking each cheek once more for five and six. Riley grunts on the sixth and moves his hip restlessly in my lap so I pause.

"Are you okay, baby?" I trust him to be honest with me.

He turns his head. His eyes are dark and glazed, and his lips are pink and bitten-wet. "Yeah," he mutters. "I'm just fine. More… please." He's a little breathless, his ribs lifting as he pants, and then he shifts again, grinding his cock against my thigh. I can feel how hard he is.

"Four more."

I count them down, swapping from side to side and trying to keep the blows consistent. My palm is stinging now and the normally pale skin of his ass is rosy pink. By the time I get to one, Riley's squirming and whimpering in my lap, rubbing his cock eagerly against the rough denim of my jeans. I place both palms on the cheeks of his ass and feel how hot the skin is. "Was that good, Ri?"

"Fuck, Em. Yeah. It was amazing."

"Do you need to come?" I'm surprised at his patience. Usually Riley is quick to jerk himself off if he's close and wanting to come.

"Yes." The need in his voice makes my own neglected cock jerk, wanting attention. But it can wait. I want to take care of Riley.

"Come up here."

I gently pull him up and guide him so he's sitting in my lap, kneeling astride me in the wide seat of the chair. He loops his arms around my neck and kisses me desperately, crushing his lips against mine and licking into my mouth like he's trying to climb inside me. I reach for his cock and stroke. He's wet and sticky and he moans into my mouth as I run my thumb over the sensitive head.

I break away from the kiss, dragging my lips across his cheek to nuzzle at the soft spot behind his ear. He smells so good, soap from the shower with his own scent just breaking through. "Bet you made a mess of my jeans, huh?" I thumb through the wetness at the tip of his cock again, smearing it around.

His lips curve in a small, guilty smile. "Maybe?"

"Wanna mess them up some more?"

He laughs out loud and thrusts his dick into the grip of my fist. "Hell yeah." Then he twists his fingers into my hair, pulls my head back and kisses me again as I start to jerk him off in earnest.

He doesn't last long, and when he comes his whole body shudders and he tears his lips away from mine and stifles his cries against my shoulder. I release his cock and start to free mine from my underwear and open fly, but Riley bats my sticky hand away.

"I want to suck you."

Well I'm not gonna argue with that.

He kneels between my thighs and sets to work. His hot mouth and clever tongue soon have me right on the edge, and as I come I forget myself and tangle my hands in his hair, holding him there as I pulse and spill into his throat.

When I release him he pulls off and tries to glare at me, but a grin is lurking at the corner of his lips. "Did you just get jizz in my hair?"

I smirk. "Maybe?"

After a hasty shower, I notice Riley wincing as he towel dries his ass.

"Here, let me." I take the towel from him and pat him dry gently. His skin is still glowing red and it looks painful. "Go and lie on the bed, Ri."

He looks at me quizzically. "If you want to go for another round we're going to be late for dinner as well as missing drinks, and then Rose really will kill us both."

"Just do it."

Rose can wait. I need to make sure my boy's okay. I grab some lotion from the bathroom shelf and follow him through to the bedroom. He's lying on his back, still looking confused, but when he sees the lotion in my hand he smiles in understanding and flips over onto his belly.

I smooth it carefully onto his hot, pink skin. The cool lotion warms quickly as I rub it in and Riley hums his appreciation. "Feels nice. Thanks."

When I'm done, I offer him a hand and pull him up. "Love you." I kiss him softly on the lips. "Now we'd better hurry."

I move away and start rifling through the drawers, looking for my second favorite pair of jeans.

"Em?"

He's standing naked by the bed when I raise my gaze to look at him again. His cheeks flush slightly but he meets my eyes as he speaks. "Thanks for doing that for me. Not the lotion… the other part."

My voice is gruff as I answer him. "I'd do anything for you, Ri." And I mean it.

Thank you for reading :)