FIC: Kevin Ryan's Boredom
Title: Kevin Ryan's Boredom
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Esposito/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, unbetad
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make no money out of this
Summary: What's there to say? This is PWP, no point there, just..porn. Ryan gets bored and uses poor Esposito to pass some time.
I was so totally sleep deprived when I wrote this that I literally coudln't understand anything anymore. I'm way too old for this shit -_- I can't even stay up every night anymore. And apparently I can only write fics when it's like 2am... Well, I hope this isn't too incoherent. I had a great time writing it.
Beckett was at her best. She was totally kicking some ass. She leaned over the table and the man sitting opposite to her shrunk in his chair in fear. Yeah, the interrogation was going more than well.
Behind the mirror/window Esposito and Ryan were observing Beckett. It seemed the care was about to crack, which was quite a relief. They had all worked day and night to get it solved, to find the bastard who had so casually killed the cute, and innocent little collage girl who had been gullible enough to trust a man wearing a police uniform. It was a personal matter to them, obviously. Anyone violating the trust the uniform SHOULD stand for, had insulted them personally.
Now that it was 100% sure they had found the perp and it was just about getting him to confess. And by the look of things, Beckett was literally crushing the little slime ball. Esposito and Ryan were able to sigh from relief, and just enjoy the show. They could feel the tension slowly draining out of their minds, and being replaced with a pleasant weariness and a feeling of content.
They were both leaning against the back wall, too tired to really be interest about what the suspect was still trying to lie about. They were only there as a moral support. They needed to be there, when Beckett would finally crack the case wide open and make the bastard cry for his mommy. She deserved them to be there to celebrate and share the victory.
Ryan glanced at his partner, who was starting to nod off. Ryan nudged the man with his elbow. Nothing happened. Esposito’s head was resting against his chest, arms crossed over his broad chest and he was snoring softly.
“Hey! You’re gonna fall over”, Ryan said to him.
“No I won’t, I’m a vet, remember?” Esposito mumbled without changing his posture.
“Right”, Ryan said. He wished he could just fall to sleep like that. He sighed. This was going to take some time. He was so tired, and even more, he was bored out of his mind. He could take working long hours, the fear and excitement of facing a potentially dangerous criminal, even fighting through a never-ending stack of paperwork. Standing around doing nothing? Drove him crazy. Esposito was some much better at it. He would just instantly doze off, and when something happened, he’d just bounce to action, just like that. It was totally weird.
Ryan rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed once again. He needed to do something. He was feeling a little reckless. He glanced at his snoring partner once again. A little twinkle appeared into the Irishman’s eyes. Silently, he dropped onto his knees in front of Esposito and with quick and sure fingers unbuckled his belt. Esposito’s snoring stopped for a moment, and Ryan’s hands stopped in the middle of unzipping his pants. Then the sound returned, and with a smirk, so did Ryan to his task. He gently eased the zipper down and brought his face closer, breathing in the familiar, musky scent. He could feel his own blood warming his cheeks and rest of it running south.
He carefully nuzzled into the crotch, breathing hot air into right the black cotton of Javier’s boxers. A slight hitch of Esposito´s breath caught his notice, but didn’t stop him. His hands came to rest lightly on the other’s thighs. He could feel the organ hardening against his face, and his own one starting to press against the taut fabric of his denims. Javier groaned a bit, slowly opened his eyes and blinked.
“Hey!” Javier barked, but suddenly remembered where he was and lowered his voice.
“Are you nuts?!” he whispered loudly, his hands moving to grasp the belt. Ryan looked him in the eye with his blue ones and looked positively wicked as he mouthed the now even more rapidly hardening cock through the boxers. His hands pressed Esposito’s hips against the wall behind him.
Ryan didn’t answer, but used his right hand to sneak into the undergarment and reveal the erection.
“Hey,stop it bro…!” Javier’s words melted into a groan when Ryan took the tip into his mouth and started to ease it deeper.
“Really, Kevin! Stop it! Beckett’s right behind that class and it feels like she sees us!” Esposito reasoned and glanced warily through the mirror. The female detective was still engaged in the interrogation, and obviously she could not see what was going on in the other room.
He tried to gather up the willpower to stop this stupidity, but it was getting harder and harder (pun intended). He tried not to look down, because that would crush the remains of his self-control, but listening was difficult enough. The wet sounds Ryan’s mouth made around his hard shaft made his head spin. He could feel the mouth slowly moving up and down, the cock going deeper and deeper every time. He could feel the throat contracting around the swollen member.
Esposito swallowed audibly. He reached his hand into Ryan’s hair, and carefully pulled his head away from his cock. When Ryan didn’t argue, he dared to look down. HUGE MISTAKE. Esposito’s eyes went wide as he looked at Ryan, whose hair was now a mess, lips red and moist, eyes dark and his expression filled with a mix of mirth and lust. He could also see his own, throbbing cock, slick with saliva, jutting between them, the tip almost touching those lips. Ryan smiled widely and predatorily. Javier knew he was doomed. A pink tip of the tongue slipped through Ryan’s lips and just barely touched the slit of Javi’s cock.
He growled, both his hands balled into fists; the other in Ryan’s hair, twisting it a bit, the other on his belt.
“You are evil, man…” he groaned.
Ryan chuckled before engulfing the organ, taking it even deeper than before. He half hummed and half groaned around the erection, as his own hand finally made its way into his jeans. Esposito gritted his teeth not to get too loud. He had so totally lost the battle. There was no way he could stop Ryan now. So, he managed to open his eyes a bit, to see the incredibly sight before him. Ryan had closed his eyes and was bobbing his head down in a steady rhythm and tight suction. Javier could also se Ryan’s hand moving fast between his legs, and his brow quivering as the orgasm was approaching. He could feel his own one growing near too; his thighs were trembling, making it hard to stand, and the world was swiftly shrinking into an amazing bunch of tingling, electric sensations, going through his body and gathering to his crotch.
Javi brought his free hand up and bit into his fist to stop the insistent sounds from getting out. Ryan didn’t need help being muffled, he had a muffler, all right, and a sizeable one too. He could feel Javi’s cock throb and pulse in his mouth and while groaning loudly, Esposito shoved his head closer. With his face nuzzling against the coarse, black pubic hair, he felt the liquid shooting down his throat, and he swallowed again and again. Finally Esposito freed his head, and Ryan pulled back just to gasp and shoot his load onto Javi’s trousers and shoes.
When he was able to do so, Javier opened his eyes, only to see Beckett casting a suspicious look towards the mirror. He felt himself blush slightly. He quickly rearranged his clothing to look somehow respectable before succumbing to the overwhelming tiredness that made his limbs feel like lead. He sat down on the floor, with his back still against the wall. Ryan was kneeling before him, buttoning up his jeans, and trying to catch his breath.
“That was stupid, man. Crazy stupid”, Esposito said and shut his eyes.
“Yeah? Well I’m glad you showed such a steely restrain, Javi”, Ryan chuckled. Esposito glared at him, but couldn’t really be angry in such a post-coital bliss.
“What ever”, he said. “Come here.” Ryan scooted to sit between Javi’s legs and leaned his back against the other’s chest. He was beat. They dozed off to the sound of Beckett still drilling the perp.
An hour later, Beckett came out of the interrogation room with an air of victory. She was so tired she could barely walk. Still, she had gotten the confession they all knew she was going to get, and for that she was happy. Case closed. He immediately went to tell Esposito and Ryan that they’d finally be able to go home, but stopped at the door when she saw the two of them. She looked at Ryan neatly cuddled against Esposito, and resisted the overwhelming urge to go “Awww!” on them. She quietly stepped out, opened the door to the interrogation room and then slammed it back shut with a loud bang. She waited a few moments and then re-entered the room. Now, both detectives were on their feet, looking all casual, if a little bleary-eyed.
“We got him, guys. Let’s go home.”
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Esposito/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, unbetad
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make no money out of this
Summary: What's there to say? This is PWP, no point there, just..porn. Ryan gets bored and uses poor Esposito to pass some time.
I was so totally sleep deprived when I wrote this that I literally coudln't understand anything anymore. I'm way too old for this shit -_- I can't even stay up every night anymore. And apparently I can only write fics when it's like 2am... Well, I hope this isn't too incoherent. I had a great time writing it.
Beckett was at her best. She was totally kicking some ass. She leaned over the table and the man sitting opposite to her shrunk in his chair in fear. Yeah, the interrogation was going more than well.
Behind the mirror/window Esposito and Ryan were observing Beckett. It seemed the care was about to crack, which was quite a relief. They had all worked day and night to get it solved, to find the bastard who had so casually killed the cute, and innocent little collage girl who had been gullible enough to trust a man wearing a police uniform. It was a personal matter to them, obviously. Anyone violating the trust the uniform SHOULD stand for, had insulted them personally.
Now that it was 100% sure they had found the perp and it was just about getting him to confess. And by the look of things, Beckett was literally crushing the little slime ball. Esposito and Ryan were able to sigh from relief, and just enjoy the show. They could feel the tension slowly draining out of their minds, and being replaced with a pleasant weariness and a feeling of content.
They were both leaning against the back wall, too tired to really be interest about what the suspect was still trying to lie about. They were only there as a moral support. They needed to be there, when Beckett would finally crack the case wide open and make the bastard cry for his mommy. She deserved them to be there to celebrate and share the victory.
Ryan glanced at his partner, who was starting to nod off. Ryan nudged the man with his elbow. Nothing happened. Esposito’s head was resting against his chest, arms crossed over his broad chest and he was snoring softly.
“Hey! You’re gonna fall over”, Ryan said to him.
“No I won’t, I’m a vet, remember?” Esposito mumbled without changing his posture.
“Right”, Ryan said. He wished he could just fall to sleep like that. He sighed. This was going to take some time. He was so tired, and even more, he was bored out of his mind. He could take working long hours, the fear and excitement of facing a potentially dangerous criminal, even fighting through a never-ending stack of paperwork. Standing around doing nothing? Drove him crazy. Esposito was some much better at it. He would just instantly doze off, and when something happened, he’d just bounce to action, just like that. It was totally weird.
Ryan rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed once again. He needed to do something. He was feeling a little reckless. He glanced at his snoring partner once again. A little twinkle appeared into the Irishman’s eyes. Silently, he dropped onto his knees in front of Esposito and with quick and sure fingers unbuckled his belt. Esposito’s snoring stopped for a moment, and Ryan’s hands stopped in the middle of unzipping his pants. Then the sound returned, and with a smirk, so did Ryan to his task. He gently eased the zipper down and brought his face closer, breathing in the familiar, musky scent. He could feel his own blood warming his cheeks and rest of it running south.
He carefully nuzzled into the crotch, breathing hot air into right the black cotton of Javier’s boxers. A slight hitch of Esposito´s breath caught his notice, but didn’t stop him. His hands came to rest lightly on the other’s thighs. He could feel the organ hardening against his face, and his own one starting to press against the taut fabric of his denims. Javier groaned a bit, slowly opened his eyes and blinked.
“Hey!” Javier barked, but suddenly remembered where he was and lowered his voice.
“Are you nuts?!” he whispered loudly, his hands moving to grasp the belt. Ryan looked him in the eye with his blue ones and looked positively wicked as he mouthed the now even more rapidly hardening cock through the boxers. His hands pressed Esposito’s hips against the wall behind him.
Ryan didn’t answer, but used his right hand to sneak into the undergarment and reveal the erection.
“Hey,stop it bro…!” Javier’s words melted into a groan when Ryan took the tip into his mouth and started to ease it deeper.
“Really, Kevin! Stop it! Beckett’s right behind that class and it feels like she sees us!” Esposito reasoned and glanced warily through the mirror. The female detective was still engaged in the interrogation, and obviously she could not see what was going on in the other room.
He tried to gather up the willpower to stop this stupidity, but it was getting harder and harder (pun intended). He tried not to look down, because that would crush the remains of his self-control, but listening was difficult enough. The wet sounds Ryan’s mouth made around his hard shaft made his head spin. He could feel the mouth slowly moving up and down, the cock going deeper and deeper every time. He could feel the throat contracting around the swollen member.
Esposito swallowed audibly. He reached his hand into Ryan’s hair, and carefully pulled his head away from his cock. When Ryan didn’t argue, he dared to look down. HUGE MISTAKE. Esposito’s eyes went wide as he looked at Ryan, whose hair was now a mess, lips red and moist, eyes dark and his expression filled with a mix of mirth and lust. He could also see his own, throbbing cock, slick with saliva, jutting between them, the tip almost touching those lips. Ryan smiled widely and predatorily. Javier knew he was doomed. A pink tip of the tongue slipped through Ryan’s lips and just barely touched the slit of Javi’s cock.
He growled, both his hands balled into fists; the other in Ryan’s hair, twisting it a bit, the other on his belt.
“You are evil, man…” he groaned.
Ryan chuckled before engulfing the organ, taking it even deeper than before. He half hummed and half groaned around the erection, as his own hand finally made its way into his jeans. Esposito gritted his teeth not to get too loud. He had so totally lost the battle. There was no way he could stop Ryan now. So, he managed to open his eyes a bit, to see the incredibly sight before him. Ryan had closed his eyes and was bobbing his head down in a steady rhythm and tight suction. Javier could also se Ryan’s hand moving fast between his legs, and his brow quivering as the orgasm was approaching. He could feel his own one growing near too; his thighs were trembling, making it hard to stand, and the world was swiftly shrinking into an amazing bunch of tingling, electric sensations, going through his body and gathering to his crotch.
Javi brought his free hand up and bit into his fist to stop the insistent sounds from getting out. Ryan didn’t need help being muffled, he had a muffler, all right, and a sizeable one too. He could feel Javi’s cock throb and pulse in his mouth and while groaning loudly, Esposito shoved his head closer. With his face nuzzling against the coarse, black pubic hair, he felt the liquid shooting down his throat, and he swallowed again and again. Finally Esposito freed his head, and Ryan pulled back just to gasp and shoot his load onto Javi’s trousers and shoes.
When he was able to do so, Javier opened his eyes, only to see Beckett casting a suspicious look towards the mirror. He felt himself blush slightly. He quickly rearranged his clothing to look somehow respectable before succumbing to the overwhelming tiredness that made his limbs feel like lead. He sat down on the floor, with his back still against the wall. Ryan was kneeling before him, buttoning up his jeans, and trying to catch his breath.
“That was stupid, man. Crazy stupid”, Esposito said and shut his eyes.
“Yeah? Well I’m glad you showed such a steely restrain, Javi”, Ryan chuckled. Esposito glared at him, but couldn’t really be angry in such a post-coital bliss.
“What ever”, he said. “Come here.” Ryan scooted to sit between Javi’s legs and leaned his back against the other’s chest. He was beat. They dozed off to the sound of Beckett still drilling the perp.
An hour later, Beckett came out of the interrogation room with an air of victory. She was so tired she could barely walk. Still, she had gotten the confession they all knew she was going to get, and for that she was happy. Case closed. He immediately went to tell Esposito and Ryan that they’d finally be able to go home, but stopped at the door when she saw the two of them. She looked at Ryan neatly cuddled against Esposito, and resisted the overwhelming urge to go “Awww!” on them. She quietly stepped out, opened the door to the interrogation room and then slammed it back shut with a loud bang. She waited a few moments and then re-entered the room. Now, both detectives were on their feet, looking all casual, if a little bleary-eyed.
“We got him, guys. Let’s go home.”