1.Fic: Retreat| Ryan/Ray, Pete/Patrick| NC 17
Fic: Retreat
Author: ficsoreal
Pairing: Ryan/Ray, Pete/Patrick, more
Rating: NC 17
Words: 3000+
Summary: This is the sequel to Manscaping, a Desperate Housewives AU ...which I posted in 2007. /o\!
Notes/Warnings: Partner Betrayal.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
1. Manscaping
Ryan is on the phone when it happens; listening to Spencer talk about the fabulous new restaurant that Patrick had taken him to last night, when Pete stomps across the room, face livid, and yells, "Did you fucking think that I wouldn't find out?!"
Spencer asks, "Ryan?" voice worried, but Ryan doesn't have a chance to respond before Pete is jerking the phone out of his hand and throwing it across the room.
Ryan flinches as it bounces off the wall and Pete bares his teeth at him. "You fucking whore. This is how you repay me for every thing I've done for you, all I've given you! By getting on your knees for the help."
Something deep inside of Ryan, long stretched tight, snaps. He pushes up off the couch and into Pete's face. He says quietly, "I don't see what the big deal is. You fuck Patrick every other night."
Pete's mouth drops open briefly, but he rallies quickly. "That's different."
"How is it different? You leave me here all alone to go off and fuck your business partner. What did you expect to happen?" Ryan loves Pete, but he is tired, tired of ignoring what's happening in his life, Pete's life and now, Pete wants to condemn him for trying to find a little happiness of his own.
"Patrick is my best friend." Pete's voice is intense, fists clenching at his sides.
Ryan asks, "So, it would be okay if I were fucking Spencer?"
"You are not going to embarrass me like this, you hear me?" Pete's nostrils are flaring and his eyebrows are drawn together sharply over his nose.
A pain settles under Ryan's ribs. So, that's what this is all about. Pete doesn't care who Ryan is fucking, he just doesn't want anyone important to find out that his husband is fucking the gardener. The whole world knows Pete is fucking Patrick. Ryan says dully, "No one knows, Pete."
Pete relaxes minutely. "Good." He takes a step closer, face smoothing out, and raises a hand to curve gently around Ryan's neck. He says, "If you needed to get fucked so badly, you should have just told me." He leans forward to place a kiss at the corner of Ryan's mouth and when his tongue flicks along the seam, Ryan opens for him. Pete slides his tongue over the smooth surface of Ryan's teeth and chases the taste of the fruit Ryan had for breakfast.
Ryan melts into his touch because all he has ever wanted is for Pete to love him; he still loves Pete, loves him enough to stay in a troubled marriage, to turn his head while Pete fucks around on him and fucks over his best friend. Pete's hands turn rough, tugging at Ryan's clothes, pushing them down and off. Ryan moans when Pete bites down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. The bite stings when Pete lets go and it's going to leave a mark; Pete is reclaiming him.
They end up on the floor beside the couch that Ray fucked him on the first time with Pete sweating over him, brown eyes hard on Ryan's face. "Does he fuck you like this? Has he fucked you right here on this floor? Did you take him to my bedroom?"
Ryan closes his eyes and shakes his head in denial, body jerking when Pete fucks into him just right. He wants to grab his own cock, get himself off, but Pete brushes his hand aside and starts pulling at him. Pete leans down to kiss him when he spills between their bodies. Pete breathes, "I love you," into Ryan's mouth and comes inside him, body tense. In the aftermath, Ryan cards his hands through the coarse strands of Pete's dark hair and stares at the ceiling. There's a water spot and Pete's hair doesn't feel anything like Ray's wild mop.
Spencer comes over later that night and his eyes dart around, looking for evidence of any harm. He reaches out to touch the bite mark at Ryan's neck, but Ryan just shakes his head, laughs bitterly. "After he made sure that I knew my place, he wanted to remind me that my ass belonged to him."
"Oh, Ryan." Spencer pulls him into his arms and Ryan blinks away tears. Once, he collects himself, Spencer says, "Lets go out. Do you want to go out?"
Ryan shakes his head again and whispers, "I want to see Ray."
Spencer stiffens then tightens his grip on him. "Do you know where he lives?" Ryan says, "No," and Spencer says slowly, "I think we should go away for awhile, just the two of us at one of the country houses. And if we happen to see someone we know, then that will be a happy coincidence. Yes?"
"What is Patrick going to say?" Ryan doesn't want to mess up Spencer's marriage more than he already has.
"Nothing." Spencer presses a kiss to his temple. "He's going to be on a," he pauses, "business trip with Pete." Spencer eases Ryan back. "I'll take care of everything. Give me his number and you go pack."
Pete knocks on the door frame to the bedroom and smiles sardonically at Spencer. "Satisfied?"
Spencer narrows his eyes. "Immensely. I just came over to invite Ryan to spend some time with me at one of the country houses and he's agreed."
"Really?" Pete raises his eyebrows and Ryan looks away.
"Really," Spencer says. "You don't have to worry. Patrick has already made me promise to take Zack along."
"What if we want to get away to the country?" Pete taps his fingers against the door.
Spencer smiles. "Patrick told me you have a business trip that simply can not be rescheduled," and that is that.
They end up going to one of the houses that is nestled in pristine wilderness. Ryan watches the trees pass by as the car make its way down a tiny, winding road, sprinkled with gravel. The house has been opened and aired by the time they arrive. Zack helps them unload their suitcases, because the place is minimally staffed.
After the clothes are put away and food is being prepared for dinner, Ryan goes to sit at the edge of the swimming pool, kicking his feet in the lukewarm water and staring up at the night sky. The doorbell at the front of the house rings and a minute later, Zack is yelling for Spencer. Ryan's curious so he drags himself up and back into the front room. Ray is standing awkwardly just inside the door while Zack and Spencer have a heated conversation full of facial tics and head shaking.
Ray smiles when he sees him. "Ryan," and Ryan walks forward and into his arms as though compelled. He feels safe in Ray's embrace and Ray kisses the top of his head. He murmurs, "I missed you," and Ryan just holds on tighter.
Ryan hears Zack say, "This is only going to lead to trouble, Spencer," but he sounds resigned.
Spencer says, "You're only here to keep an eye on me and I'm not doing anything but hanging out with Ryan. You can close your eyes and look the other way like you do whenever Pete and Patrick are on their little getaways."
Ray clutches Ryan closer and Zack says, pained, "Spencer..." Spencer is his favorite even though Patrick pays his bills.
"I don't blame you." Spencer sighs. "Just...just let us have this time, okay?"
Ryan draws back in time enough to see Zack nod, mouth drawn tight and walk off to the staircase leading to the upper level. Ryan asks, "Are you hungry?" and when Ray nods, leads him into the kitchen.
Ray watches him move around the kitchen, eyes hungry for more than food, and Spencer watches Ray watch Ryan. Ryan says, "You remember Spencer?" with his back to the both of them.
"Yes." Ray shoots Spencer an amused look. "I remember him lurking around the windows with you."
Spencer flushes, but his mouth curves up slightly. Ryan watches as Spencer ducks his head and tells Ray, "I'm just hanging out for food. After tonight, I'll be out of your hair."
"Spencer..." Ryan gives him a concerned look.
Spencer waves it off. "Zack will keep me company and the horses. I'll be fine, take this time for yourselves."
Ryan nods and slides a plate over to both of them. Dinner isn't quite comfortable, but he can tell that with enough time, they'll get there.
*
Ray sits on the edge of the bed and watches him undress, watches as he finds the lube he picked up with Spencer on the way; that's one of the things Ryan likes best about Ray. Ray always makes him feel like he's the only thing that matters in the world. He walks over when Ray holds out a hand for him, lets Ray kiss him briefly before sinking to his knees in front of him. Ray leans back on his hands, spreads his legs and watches him. Ray watches Ryan ease his zipper down and pull his slowly hardening cock out of his jeans. He lifts his hips in cooperation when Ryan tries to get more room to work.
Ryan looks up and Ray is still watching him with darkened eyes. He doesn't look away as Ryan opens his mouth to suck the plump head of his cock inside, doesn't pretend that Ryan is anyone else and that makes Ryan want to close his eyes, savor the experience.
"Ryan," Ray whispers his name, voice tinted with a hint of awe and Ryan sucks harder, hand tight around the base. He relaxes, eases down further and Ray thrusts a little into his mouth. Ryan glances up at him and Ray's biting his bottom lip. Ray slides a hand into his hair and Ryan goes pliant, lets Ray use him as he sees fit. It's easy to give control over to someone that doesn't want to hurt him in any way, just wants to feel good with him. Ray says his name again and pulls him off and into his lap.
The bed trembles as Ray kicks his legs free of his jeans and boxers and Ryan rests all his weight on the broad body underneath him. Once Ray is free of his clothes, he rolls them over until they are side by side and they spend time enjoying the touch of their mouths together. Ray's tongue curls around his and Ryan pushes his hips forward, slides his thigh between Ray's to try and get some more friction.
"Lube?" Ray asks into his mouth and Ryan fumbles a hand around until he finds it up near the pillows. Ray takes it from him and slicks his fingers up; he's still kissing Ryan when he pushes the first finger in and Ryan breaks away with a gasp.
"Shh, open up for me, let me in." Ray presses a kiss to Ryan's jaw, kisses down his thin chest and pushes his thighs open. He tongue fucks Ryan's navel while he twists two fingers up into him. Ryan moans and tries to adjust; his body always forgets how to accept Ray while they are apart.
When Ray decides that Ryan is ready, he flips over onto his back and urges Ryan to ride him. Ryan finds the strength to struggle upright from somewhere and positions the lube slick head of Ray's cock against his body. He presses back until the head pops inside and pauses, panting, until the bright flair of pain fades away. Ray's hands are at his waist supporting him and he rocks, working Ray inside with slow deliberate movements. Ray's eyes dart from his face, to his bobbing cock, to the place where he's piercing into Ryan and it thrills Ryan to his core. He wants to make it last; he takes a deep breath and pauses when Ray is all the way inside. Ray doesn't rush him, just waits, breathing fast until Ryan is ready to move.
Ryan squirms upward and drops back down, moaning at the slick slide of Ray within. On about the fifth slow descent, Ray catches on to his intention to draw it out and relaxes back against the bed, letting Ryan play to his hearts content. When both of them are dripping sweat and Ryan's thighs are burning from the exertion, Ray slides his legs up the bed and takes over. He thrusts up into Ryan over and over, bumping over Ryan's prostate on every other pass and Ryan's weak with the pleasure. He pleads, "Ray, Ray," and Ray wraps a hand around his cock.
"Ryan, your dick." Ray pulls on it a little and asks, "When are you going to fuck me?" And just like that Ryan's coming and collapsing down onto Ray. Ray flips them back over and after a couple hard thrusts, he's coming too, holding Ryan hard enough to bruise. For a while the room is filled with silence, except for the ragged cadence of their breathing, then Ray asks, voice muffled by Ryan's shoulder, "What happened?"
"He found out." Ryan tries to shrug, but he can't quite manage pinned under Ray's weight.
"And you're here?" Ray pushes himself up enough to look down at Ryan's face.
It's hard to keep eye contact when he says, "He doesn't care as long as I don't flaunt it."
Ray says, "Oh," and he sounds sad, almost as if he would have preferred Pete flying into a homicidal rage. Ryan knows exactly how he feels.
Ray withdraws carefully and helps Ryan off the bed and into the bathroom. They lean against the sink talking softly and kissing while the huge bathtub fills up with water.
*
They stay for a week and a couple of days before Zack pulls Spencer aside and tells him that Patrick called to say, "Come home," and Spencer takes Ryan aside to let him know. Ryan sighs but goes to find Ray swimming laps in the pool. He says, "We have to go back," and Ray breaks stride.
Ray shakes the hair out of his face and wades over to stand at Ryan's feet. He tugs at a bony ankle and Ryan eases down to sit at the side of the pool. Ray kisses him and Ryan says, "You're getting me all wet." Ray grins at him and steals another kiss. Ryan repeats, "We have to go back," and Ray's smile dims.
"He called?" Ray's thumbs are stroking wet streaks under Ryan's t-shirt.
"Patrick called for Spencer." Ryan pulls on a wet curl.
"Well," Ray looks over his shoulder for a moment, before focusing back on Ryan. "I guess we need to make the most of our last couple of hours."
No one disturbs them out by the pool and when they straggle back into the house, Ryan's bags are already packed and Spencer's flipping channels in the living room. Spencer watches as Ray gathers up the few pieces he brought with him and as they exchange hugs at the door, but he doesn't comment except to return Ray's goodbye. After the door closes, Spencer hugs Ryan briefly before wrinkling his nose delicately at him and saying, "Shower, please."
Ryan pinches his side and goes upstairs to wash away the traces of what he's been getting up to for the past week. Time to go back home to long nights and days by himself; Ryan doesn't cry as the warm water flows over his head. He signed up for this when he vowed, "For better or worse." He just didn't expect worse to come so soon.
*
Pete's waiting for Ryan when he returns. He crowds Ryan against the front door, kisses him fiercely and sticks a hand down the back of his jeans. Pete presses two fingers into him and they sink in to the second knuckle with only token resistance. Ryan gasps when Pete bites into his bottom lip and yanks his hand out of Ryan's pants.
Pete grabs him by the upper arm, drags him back out the door and hustles him into the car that he uses for business. Ryan doesn't even have to ask where they are headed to. He sits sullenly, staring out of the window until they pull into the driveway of Patrick's huge mansion. Patrick's in the living room and he looks up, surprised, when Pete charges into the room, Ryan trailing behind him. Pete asks, "Where is Spencer?" and Patrick doesn't have a chance to answer before Spencer is appearing in a doorway and Pete is stomping over to clutch him about the shoulders and shake him violently.
Patrick shouts, "What the hell, Pete?" and jumps up to free Spencer from Pete's grasp. Spencer's eyes are wide and as soon as he's free he moves to the other side of the room, placing Patrick between him and Pete. Ryan's rooted to the spot, oddly removed from the scene developing in front of him.
Pete rounds on Patrick. "I don't want him coming around my house any more. You keep him away from Ryan."
"What?" Patrick's frowning at Pete, gaze jumping from Ryan to Pete to Spencer. "What are you talking about, Pete?"
Pete's chest is heaving and his hand slashes through the air. "Your little jewel," his mouth twists derisively, "has been letting Ryan use your house as some kind of den of iniquity."
Patrick's eyebrows rise, but he draws himself up to his full height. He places a hand across the bridge of his nose, and says slowly, "Pete, I don't know what you do in your house, but you can't just barge into mine, shoving my husband around. I think you might need to go back home and calm down for a bit."
"You're...you're right." Pete shoves an unsteady hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. "You're right; forgive my rudeness." He turns his head to glare at Ryan and Ryan flinches back.
Spencer says, "Maybe Ryan should stay here," but Patrick shakes his head.
"They need to deal with their own lives, Spence."
"But.."
Ryan cuts in, "It's okay, Spence. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He gives Spencer a shaky smile and hopes he's telling the truth. Regardless of what else may happen, he doesn't believe that Pete will physically harm him.
Back at the house, Pete tells him, "I want you to stop seeing him."
"I want you to stop fucking Patrick."
Pete stares at him, weighing Ryan's resolve against his own. Ryan has no idea what Pete is thinking, but Pete holds out his hand and says, "Deal."
Ryan's so dizzy with disbelief that he barely manages to take the hand offered to him and shake it.
Author: ficsoreal
Pairing: Ryan/Ray, Pete/Patrick, more
Rating: NC 17
Words: 3000+
Summary: This is the sequel to Manscaping, a Desperate Housewives AU ...which I posted in 2007. /o\!
Notes/Warnings: Partner Betrayal.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
1. Manscaping
Ryan is on the phone when it happens; listening to Spencer talk about the fabulous new restaurant that Patrick had taken him to last night, when Pete stomps across the room, face livid, and yells, "Did you fucking think that I wouldn't find out?!"
Spencer asks, "Ryan?" voice worried, but Ryan doesn't have a chance to respond before Pete is jerking the phone out of his hand and throwing it across the room.
Ryan flinches as it bounces off the wall and Pete bares his teeth at him. "You fucking whore. This is how you repay me for every thing I've done for you, all I've given you! By getting on your knees for the help."
Something deep inside of Ryan, long stretched tight, snaps. He pushes up off the couch and into Pete's face. He says quietly, "I don't see what the big deal is. You fuck Patrick every other night."
Pete's mouth drops open briefly, but he rallies quickly. "That's different."
"How is it different? You leave me here all alone to go off and fuck your business partner. What did you expect to happen?" Ryan loves Pete, but he is tired, tired of ignoring what's happening in his life, Pete's life and now, Pete wants to condemn him for trying to find a little happiness of his own.
"Patrick is my best friend." Pete's voice is intense, fists clenching at his sides.
Ryan asks, "So, it would be okay if I were fucking Spencer?"
"You are not going to embarrass me like this, you hear me?" Pete's nostrils are flaring and his eyebrows are drawn together sharply over his nose.
A pain settles under Ryan's ribs. So, that's what this is all about. Pete doesn't care who Ryan is fucking, he just doesn't want anyone important to find out that his husband is fucking the gardener. The whole world knows Pete is fucking Patrick. Ryan says dully, "No one knows, Pete."
Pete relaxes minutely. "Good." He takes a step closer, face smoothing out, and raises a hand to curve gently around Ryan's neck. He says, "If you needed to get fucked so badly, you should have just told me." He leans forward to place a kiss at the corner of Ryan's mouth and when his tongue flicks along the seam, Ryan opens for him. Pete slides his tongue over the smooth surface of Ryan's teeth and chases the taste of the fruit Ryan had for breakfast.
Ryan melts into his touch because all he has ever wanted is for Pete to love him; he still loves Pete, loves him enough to stay in a troubled marriage, to turn his head while Pete fucks around on him and fucks over his best friend. Pete's hands turn rough, tugging at Ryan's clothes, pushing them down and off. Ryan moans when Pete bites down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. The bite stings when Pete lets go and it's going to leave a mark; Pete is reclaiming him.
They end up on the floor beside the couch that Ray fucked him on the first time with Pete sweating over him, brown eyes hard on Ryan's face. "Does he fuck you like this? Has he fucked you right here on this floor? Did you take him to my bedroom?"
Ryan closes his eyes and shakes his head in denial, body jerking when Pete fucks into him just right. He wants to grab his own cock, get himself off, but Pete brushes his hand aside and starts pulling at him. Pete leans down to kiss him when he spills between their bodies. Pete breathes, "I love you," into Ryan's mouth and comes inside him, body tense. In the aftermath, Ryan cards his hands through the coarse strands of Pete's dark hair and stares at the ceiling. There's a water spot and Pete's hair doesn't feel anything like Ray's wild mop.
Spencer comes over later that night and his eyes dart around, looking for evidence of any harm. He reaches out to touch the bite mark at Ryan's neck, but Ryan just shakes his head, laughs bitterly. "After he made sure that I knew my place, he wanted to remind me that my ass belonged to him."
"Oh, Ryan." Spencer pulls him into his arms and Ryan blinks away tears. Once, he collects himself, Spencer says, "Lets go out. Do you want to go out?"
Ryan shakes his head again and whispers, "I want to see Ray."
Spencer stiffens then tightens his grip on him. "Do you know where he lives?" Ryan says, "No," and Spencer says slowly, "I think we should go away for awhile, just the two of us at one of the country houses. And if we happen to see someone we know, then that will be a happy coincidence. Yes?"
"What is Patrick going to say?" Ryan doesn't want to mess up Spencer's marriage more than he already has.
"Nothing." Spencer presses a kiss to his temple. "He's going to be on a," he pauses, "business trip with Pete." Spencer eases Ryan back. "I'll take care of everything. Give me his number and you go pack."
Pete knocks on the door frame to the bedroom and smiles sardonically at Spencer. "Satisfied?"
Spencer narrows his eyes. "Immensely. I just came over to invite Ryan to spend some time with me at one of the country houses and he's agreed."
"Really?" Pete raises his eyebrows and Ryan looks away.
"Really," Spencer says. "You don't have to worry. Patrick has already made me promise to take Zack along."
"What if we want to get away to the country?" Pete taps his fingers against the door.
Spencer smiles. "Patrick told me you have a business trip that simply can not be rescheduled," and that is that.
They end up going to one of the houses that is nestled in pristine wilderness. Ryan watches the trees pass by as the car make its way down a tiny, winding road, sprinkled with gravel. The house has been opened and aired by the time they arrive. Zack helps them unload their suitcases, because the place is minimally staffed.
After the clothes are put away and food is being prepared for dinner, Ryan goes to sit at the edge of the swimming pool, kicking his feet in the lukewarm water and staring up at the night sky. The doorbell at the front of the house rings and a minute later, Zack is yelling for Spencer. Ryan's curious so he drags himself up and back into the front room. Ray is standing awkwardly just inside the door while Zack and Spencer have a heated conversation full of facial tics and head shaking.
Ray smiles when he sees him. "Ryan," and Ryan walks forward and into his arms as though compelled. He feels safe in Ray's embrace and Ray kisses the top of his head. He murmurs, "I missed you," and Ryan just holds on tighter.
Ryan hears Zack say, "This is only going to lead to trouble, Spencer," but he sounds resigned.
Spencer says, "You're only here to keep an eye on me and I'm not doing anything but hanging out with Ryan. You can close your eyes and look the other way like you do whenever Pete and Patrick are on their little getaways."
Ray clutches Ryan closer and Zack says, pained, "Spencer..." Spencer is his favorite even though Patrick pays his bills.
"I don't blame you." Spencer sighs. "Just...just let us have this time, okay?"
Ryan draws back in time enough to see Zack nod, mouth drawn tight and walk off to the staircase leading to the upper level. Ryan asks, "Are you hungry?" and when Ray nods, leads him into the kitchen.
Ray watches him move around the kitchen, eyes hungry for more than food, and Spencer watches Ray watch Ryan. Ryan says, "You remember Spencer?" with his back to the both of them.
"Yes." Ray shoots Spencer an amused look. "I remember him lurking around the windows with you."
Spencer flushes, but his mouth curves up slightly. Ryan watches as Spencer ducks his head and tells Ray, "I'm just hanging out for food. After tonight, I'll be out of your hair."
"Spencer..." Ryan gives him a concerned look.
Spencer waves it off. "Zack will keep me company and the horses. I'll be fine, take this time for yourselves."
Ryan nods and slides a plate over to both of them. Dinner isn't quite comfortable, but he can tell that with enough time, they'll get there.
*
Ray sits on the edge of the bed and watches him undress, watches as he finds the lube he picked up with Spencer on the way; that's one of the things Ryan likes best about Ray. Ray always makes him feel like he's the only thing that matters in the world. He walks over when Ray holds out a hand for him, lets Ray kiss him briefly before sinking to his knees in front of him. Ray leans back on his hands, spreads his legs and watches him. Ray watches Ryan ease his zipper down and pull his slowly hardening cock out of his jeans. He lifts his hips in cooperation when Ryan tries to get more room to work.
Ryan looks up and Ray is still watching him with darkened eyes. He doesn't look away as Ryan opens his mouth to suck the plump head of his cock inside, doesn't pretend that Ryan is anyone else and that makes Ryan want to close his eyes, savor the experience.
"Ryan," Ray whispers his name, voice tinted with a hint of awe and Ryan sucks harder, hand tight around the base. He relaxes, eases down further and Ray thrusts a little into his mouth. Ryan glances up at him and Ray's biting his bottom lip. Ray slides a hand into his hair and Ryan goes pliant, lets Ray use him as he sees fit. It's easy to give control over to someone that doesn't want to hurt him in any way, just wants to feel good with him. Ray says his name again and pulls him off and into his lap.
The bed trembles as Ray kicks his legs free of his jeans and boxers and Ryan rests all his weight on the broad body underneath him. Once Ray is free of his clothes, he rolls them over until they are side by side and they spend time enjoying the touch of their mouths together. Ray's tongue curls around his and Ryan pushes his hips forward, slides his thigh between Ray's to try and get some more friction.
"Lube?" Ray asks into his mouth and Ryan fumbles a hand around until he finds it up near the pillows. Ray takes it from him and slicks his fingers up; he's still kissing Ryan when he pushes the first finger in and Ryan breaks away with a gasp.
"Shh, open up for me, let me in." Ray presses a kiss to Ryan's jaw, kisses down his thin chest and pushes his thighs open. He tongue fucks Ryan's navel while he twists two fingers up into him. Ryan moans and tries to adjust; his body always forgets how to accept Ray while they are apart.
When Ray decides that Ryan is ready, he flips over onto his back and urges Ryan to ride him. Ryan finds the strength to struggle upright from somewhere and positions the lube slick head of Ray's cock against his body. He presses back until the head pops inside and pauses, panting, until the bright flair of pain fades away. Ray's hands are at his waist supporting him and he rocks, working Ray inside with slow deliberate movements. Ray's eyes dart from his face, to his bobbing cock, to the place where he's piercing into Ryan and it thrills Ryan to his core. He wants to make it last; he takes a deep breath and pauses when Ray is all the way inside. Ray doesn't rush him, just waits, breathing fast until Ryan is ready to move.
Ryan squirms upward and drops back down, moaning at the slick slide of Ray within. On about the fifth slow descent, Ray catches on to his intention to draw it out and relaxes back against the bed, letting Ryan play to his hearts content. When both of them are dripping sweat and Ryan's thighs are burning from the exertion, Ray slides his legs up the bed and takes over. He thrusts up into Ryan over and over, bumping over Ryan's prostate on every other pass and Ryan's weak with the pleasure. He pleads, "Ray, Ray," and Ray wraps a hand around his cock.
"Ryan, your dick." Ray pulls on it a little and asks, "When are you going to fuck me?" And just like that Ryan's coming and collapsing down onto Ray. Ray flips them back over and after a couple hard thrusts, he's coming too, holding Ryan hard enough to bruise. For a while the room is filled with silence, except for the ragged cadence of their breathing, then Ray asks, voice muffled by Ryan's shoulder, "What happened?"
"He found out." Ryan tries to shrug, but he can't quite manage pinned under Ray's weight.
"And you're here?" Ray pushes himself up enough to look down at Ryan's face.
It's hard to keep eye contact when he says, "He doesn't care as long as I don't flaunt it."
Ray says, "Oh," and he sounds sad, almost as if he would have preferred Pete flying into a homicidal rage. Ryan knows exactly how he feels.
Ray withdraws carefully and helps Ryan off the bed and into the bathroom. They lean against the sink talking softly and kissing while the huge bathtub fills up with water.
*
They stay for a week and a couple of days before Zack pulls Spencer aside and tells him that Patrick called to say, "Come home," and Spencer takes Ryan aside to let him know. Ryan sighs but goes to find Ray swimming laps in the pool. He says, "We have to go back," and Ray breaks stride.
Ray shakes the hair out of his face and wades over to stand at Ryan's feet. He tugs at a bony ankle and Ryan eases down to sit at the side of the pool. Ray kisses him and Ryan says, "You're getting me all wet." Ray grins at him and steals another kiss. Ryan repeats, "We have to go back," and Ray's smile dims.
"He called?" Ray's thumbs are stroking wet streaks under Ryan's t-shirt.
"Patrick called for Spencer." Ryan pulls on a wet curl.
"Well," Ray looks over his shoulder for a moment, before focusing back on Ryan. "I guess we need to make the most of our last couple of hours."
No one disturbs them out by the pool and when they straggle back into the house, Ryan's bags are already packed and Spencer's flipping channels in the living room. Spencer watches as Ray gathers up the few pieces he brought with him and as they exchange hugs at the door, but he doesn't comment except to return Ray's goodbye. After the door closes, Spencer hugs Ryan briefly before wrinkling his nose delicately at him and saying, "Shower, please."
Ryan pinches his side and goes upstairs to wash away the traces of what he's been getting up to for the past week. Time to go back home to long nights and days by himself; Ryan doesn't cry as the warm water flows over his head. He signed up for this when he vowed, "For better or worse." He just didn't expect worse to come so soon.
*
Pete's waiting for Ryan when he returns. He crowds Ryan against the front door, kisses him fiercely and sticks a hand down the back of his jeans. Pete presses two fingers into him and they sink in to the second knuckle with only token resistance. Ryan gasps when Pete bites into his bottom lip and yanks his hand out of Ryan's pants.
Pete grabs him by the upper arm, drags him back out the door and hustles him into the car that he uses for business. Ryan doesn't even have to ask where they are headed to. He sits sullenly, staring out of the window until they pull into the driveway of Patrick's huge mansion. Patrick's in the living room and he looks up, surprised, when Pete charges into the room, Ryan trailing behind him. Pete asks, "Where is Spencer?" and Patrick doesn't have a chance to answer before Spencer is appearing in a doorway and Pete is stomping over to clutch him about the shoulders and shake him violently.
Patrick shouts, "What the hell, Pete?" and jumps up to free Spencer from Pete's grasp. Spencer's eyes are wide and as soon as he's free he moves to the other side of the room, placing Patrick between him and Pete. Ryan's rooted to the spot, oddly removed from the scene developing in front of him.
Pete rounds on Patrick. "I don't want him coming around my house any more. You keep him away from Ryan."
"What?" Patrick's frowning at Pete, gaze jumping from Ryan to Pete to Spencer. "What are you talking about, Pete?"
Pete's chest is heaving and his hand slashes through the air. "Your little jewel," his mouth twists derisively, "has been letting Ryan use your house as some kind of den of iniquity."
Patrick's eyebrows rise, but he draws himself up to his full height. He places a hand across the bridge of his nose, and says slowly, "Pete, I don't know what you do in your house, but you can't just barge into mine, shoving my husband around. I think you might need to go back home and calm down for a bit."
"You're...you're right." Pete shoves an unsteady hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. "You're right; forgive my rudeness." He turns his head to glare at Ryan and Ryan flinches back.
Spencer says, "Maybe Ryan should stay here," but Patrick shakes his head.
"They need to deal with their own lives, Spence."
"But.."
Ryan cuts in, "It's okay, Spence. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He gives Spencer a shaky smile and hopes he's telling the truth. Regardless of what else may happen, he doesn't believe that Pete will physically harm him.
Back at the house, Pete tells him, "I want you to stop seeing him."
"I want you to stop fucking Patrick."
Pete stares at him, weighing Ryan's resolve against his own. Ryan has no idea what Pete is thinking, but Pete holds out his hand and says, "Deal."
Ryan's so dizzy with disbelief that he barely manages to take the hand offered to him and shake it.