Business and Pleasure: Chapter 13
Title: Business and Pleasure
Pairing: Brad/Ryan
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter, baby!
Summary for the chapter: Brad's got a birthday and it's celebration time!
Overall Summary: Brad's running his own large business and has everything but what he wants the most: someone to be there for him. After 'purchasing' Ryan from the Utopia group to serve the purpose, he slowly realizes that he's breaking their most important rule: he's falling in love with him.
A/N: PLease leave a comment! Holy crap on a stick, this chapter's gotta be my biggest ever! 4,300 words! O.O Also, big, BIG shout to Luv who made me this absolutely amazing banner pic for my story! She really knows how to sum up the entire thing! Never knew I needed one until she made it and I absolutely love her for it! I seriously owe her one, so, Luv, you want another fic written for me, just give me a call! You so deserve it!
Ryan groaned as he felt sunlight hit his lids and tried to hide his face in Brad’s neck, wanting to just get a little more sleep. To buy Wayne time, he had been forced to do whatever he could to make sure that Brad never noticed his disappearance. That had included touring nearly the entire of France and, when he was really desperate, distracting him in a much more pleasurable way. That would have worked out if Brad hadn’t had an incredibly active libido or if he didn’t insist on returning the favor. After over five rounds throughout the day, Ryan was more than ready to throw in the towel when they got back to the hotel and had been sure to throw Wayne a very heated glare when he complained about having to run everywhere to organize the surprise. As far as Ryan was concerned, that did not count as Wayne had used a friggin taxi to get ‘everywhere’.
He heard Brad mumble slightly and curled up even closer to him, throwing one arm across his chest and just generally trying to hide from the world for a few moments before it dragged them into its chaotic race again. He felt Brad move slightly and then felt a warm, strong arm wrap around his own waist, squeezing unconsciously. He couldn’t help but smile at how second nature the action seemed to have become because Brad hadn’t so much as twitched or shown any other sign of awakening at all. He pressed a kiss to Brad’s cheek and allowed himself to get tugged into sleep once again.
The next time he woke up, Brad was already awake and gazing at him with a fond look on his face. It came to no surprise to him as ever since they had started sharing a bed, he tended to wake up to Brad’s staring more often than not. The first time had been surprising since he was normally an early riser whereas Brad only woke up when literally kicked out of bed- or dragged, as the case was sometime- but after that, it had quickly become part of their daily routine. Wake up together, shower together, have breakfast together and then Brad would leave for work. Neither of them realized just how much time they spent together until Brad left for a business meeting for a week. They both had had absolutely no idea how to pass the time. It got bad enough that they spent nearly all their free time on the phone and later resulted in Brad swearing to take Ryan, and Wayne if possible, with him next time.
Ignoring the tiny part of his mind that was screaming about him getting too close to someone who was supposed to be a client, he rolled to his side and raised himself up on an elbow, brushing his lips over Brad’s softly, “Morning.”
Brad smiled and kissed him properly, “Morning, love.”
Ryan felt a shiver travel along the length of his spine at that word and he ducked his head shyly, blushing at Brad’s chuckle.
“I can’t believe you still blush after all we’ve done,” he grinned, stroking a hand down Ryan’s cheek, “But I love that you’re so shy.”
“It’s only with you for some reason,” Ryan kissed Brad’s hand, “On stage, Wayne always yells at me for giving him should-be-censored material.”
“Wayne’s got a problem about profanity but he’s the one who should censor himself the most,” Brad grinned in remembrance, “He once said as Chucky and I quote ‘You ever grappled with six inches of plastic?’”
Ryan laughed until tears came to his eyes, “I wish I had seen his face when he realized what he said!”
“It was hilarious! Everyone was hooting and he had this ‘Did I just say that?’ look on his face!”
“I know that one, he uses it pretty often when he accidentally uses innuendo,” Ryan nodded and then looked over at the clock next to them. Nine in the morning. Wayne said that he wanted them out of the room by ten and back after six.
“Come on, let’s go get some breakfast,” Brad yawned, breaking into his thoughts. Even though he was all for getting up, Brad didn’t seem to be inclined to leaving his comfortable position just yet.
“Well? Let’s go then?” Ryan said, amused. Brad snorted and just tightened the arm around him.
“Well, I was just reviewing our position and I think that I’d prefer to starve than leave just now.”
“Well, we’ve got a big day ahead of us and we need breakfast,” Ryan pulled away with a little difficulty and headed into the bathroom, “However, I’ll be lonely in the shower-”
“Say no more,” Brad shot out of bed and followed him into the bathroom.
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“So where are we going?” Brad asked for the hundredth time as he tried to figure out where the taxi was taking them.
“I told you, I’m not telling,” Ryan responded for the hundredth time, focusing more on the passing scenery than on Brad.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Brad pouted.
“I’ve seen you everyday for the past year. This may be the only chance I’ll have to see something out of....work,” Ryan paused for lack of a better word.
“We’ll come here again,” Brad smiled, reaching across the seat and taking Ryan’s hand in his.
“Sure,” Ryan smiled back, not wanting to show his uncertainty to his lover. Time was slipping by fast and he didn’t want to think that if they were this dependent on each other after barely a year together, then what would happen at the end of two years? Would Brad pay Drew for him again? Would Drew give him to another client? Or would he let them live together happily? The last seemed highly doubtful since no one in Utopia had ever been allowed to live with someone without a huge price being paid. The price was high to discourage people from trying to permanently purchase their ‘spouse’ and the more likely they were to get a huge profit from the Utopian workers, the less likely it was that the price was affordable. He doubted that his price would be something Brad would be willing to or even be able to pay but he couldn’t help but hope that something would come along to make things right.
“Ryan?”
Ryan blinked and saw Brad staring at him in concern. It was then he noticed that the taxi had halted and the driver and Brad were waiting for him to leave.
“Oh sorry,” Ryan said sheepishly, getting out and paying the cab-driver. They were standing in front of a beautiful small hill that looked like the perfect private spot. It had been a beautiful, tiring day and now it was nearing late evening. There was a spot underneath a tree on the hill that looked perfect to sit under.
“Where did you find this?” Brad asked in surprise, also looking up at the spot.
“Wayne told me about it. He’s been here before apparently,” Ryan grinned, grabbing Brad’s hand and leading him up the hill. Once they had reached the top, they were greeted with a sight of a table with two chairs covered in food and a bottle of champagne beside it. The setting looked like something out of a cheesy romance novel but Brad felt it was the best thing he had ever seen. He looked up to see a beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower glowing with the setting sun and the lights that had been turned on. Brad stared in pure awe and he turned to see Ryan smiling at him in way that made his heartache. For a second, he had to wonder which was the more beautiful sight and then showed what he felt by kissing Ryan soundly right on the spot, without hesitation.
“Thank you so much for this,” Brad whispered against his lips, “But why go to so much trouble for me?”
“Happy Birthday, Brad,” Ryan whispered back, giving him another feather-light kiss, “You were worth all the trouble and more.”
“No one’s ever done something like this for me before,” Brad blinked back a couple of tears that were threatening to surface, “I’ve never had someone to celebrate it with before either. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Wayne said his gift to you is a day without interruptions or walk-ins,” Ryan chuckled, “he’ll meet us for a late night drink.”
“Where is he now?”
“What, I’m not enough to keep your attention?”
“Are you kidding? If it weren’t for the fact that we’re in public, I’d throw you down on that table and make love to you right now,” Brad grinned huskily.
Ryan shivered slightly and pressed closer to him, “Maybe later. Getting arrested is detrimental to our plans.”
“Night in jail would be a bad idea,” Brad nodded, “especially since no one gets to touch you but me.”
Ryan smiled and kissed him again before pulling back and moving to the table, “Care to join me for dinner?”
The meal was a pleasant affair and mostly silent except for a few lines of conversation or compliment punctuating the quiet veil. All else that need to be said was said by way of looks over a glass of wine or the caress of a hand or arm along with the occasional kiss. They laughed and joked about nothing in particular, enjoying the solitude and the lovely view, both thinking about where this night would lead. After dinner, they sat down next to each other on a natural rock formation that formed a seat and stared up into the starry sky, Brad occasionally pointing out a constellation to Ryan.
“I used to love going up to the roof in Utopia,” Ryan grinned, looking up, “Everytime I saw the stars, I used to wonder what they were. I actually thought they were little nightlights for a dark room. I used to say that when the world was dark, the stars would be the nightlights to make it not seem that scary. This is such a beautiful night.”
“Really is,” Brad murmured. Ryan turned to see Brad looking, not at the sky, but at him. He smiled and leaned over, pressing his lips softly to Brad’s, keeping the kiss light but still flooded with passion. Brad always wondered why the slightest touch from Ryan felt more intimate than any kiss or grope he had experienced from anyone before, but he knew it was because of the pure love behind each gesture. Ryan’s feelings made every movement, every glance intimate and Brad wondered how he had lived until now without that feeling in his life.
“We have to go back to the hotel,” Ryan breathed, pulling away from Brad’s mouth and moaning as Brad nibbled his neck.
“I don’t want to leave now,” Brad groaned, feeling something rise below and pulling Ryan closer.
“The last part of your gift is there,” Ryan whispered, trying valiantly to keep his wits about him which was hard when Brad was pressed so close to him and was caressing his chest through the shirt.
“Can’t it wait?” Brad asked with a whine.
“Nope,” Ryan wrenched himself away from Brad and gave him a hand up, “you’ll regret the thought of waiting once you get it, I’m hoping.”
Brad looked puzzled the entire trip back to the hotel, occasionally throwing him confused looks while Ryan pretended to look at the sights outside of the window. The real reason for him looking outside was to control himself before they started devouring each other in the back of the cab. He had to hold back because this gift could very well change their lives and he wanted it to be perfect.
Ryan led Brad up to their hotel suite and unlocked the door before covering Brad’s eyes with his hands, “It’s a surprise!”
“Fine, but don’t make me walk into anything,” Brad chuckled, allowing Ryan to guide him into their room.
“You’re just walking into Paradise,” Ryan grinned, moving his hands away and Brad gaped at their now different suite. The lights had been dimmed down and whatever real light in the room was being given off by numerous candles which were scattered throughout the room. The bedcovers and sheets had been replaced from the standard hotel ones to sheets of a dark blue satin. Soft music played from a stereo somewhere in the room and the drapes were drawn back to reveal the Eiffel Tower in all it’s luminous glory. Overall, the room looked something out of a romantic’s dream and Brad unconsciously pinched himself to make sure he was awake. Ryan walked past him and sat down on the bed, looking up at him with an adoring smile.
“You like?” he asked.
“I love,” Brad whispered, looking around, “how did you manage this?”
“I didn’t, Wayne did,” Ryan said with a grin, “my job has simply been to distract you.”
“Maybe I should kiss him instead, then?” Brad teased, moving over to him.
“Well, it’s your birthday, I give you permission,” Ryan nodded mock-seriously.
“And if I want to kiss you?” Brad leaned closer to him, their lips barely inches apart.
Ryan sucked in a sharp breath, unable to take his eyes away from those amazing lips, “You don’t need to ask.”
“All I wanted to know,” Brad chuckled, closing the distance between them and pressing a soft chaste kiss on his lips. Ryan moaned softly and wrapped his arms around Brad’s neck, pulling him down and lay on top of him on the bed.
“I love you so, so much for this,” Brad moaned, nipping at Ryan’s ear.
“I love you too,” Ryan kissed his cheek, whispering the affection into the skin.
“I mean it,” Brad pulled away slightly and looked up at him seriously, “I love you, Ryan.”
Ryan started slightly at that, his eye widening in surprise. He knew that Brad liked him, but love? Brad was actually in love with him? That wasn’t supposed to happen! Did Brad really mean his words or was he just saying it because of the romantic moment? Was it just an influence of the environment. So many questions were swirling around in Ryan’s head, but out of all the chaos, only one piece of calm was making itself. Brad loved him.
And I....I love him too.
Ryan kissed him hard, his hands moving to the buttons of Brad’s shirt, deftly opening them and sliding the shirt off his shoulders. Brad returned the favor easily, taking Ryan’s shirt off slowly and lovingly like he wanted to memorize every second of the process. He pressed kisses and nipped at every bit of skin that was being revealed to him and turned them over to press Ryan back into the mattress. He pressed kisses down his chest, down to his stomach to his navel. Ryan squirmed a bit as Brad’s hand went down to the rapidly growing bulge in his jeans and began to stroke it. Brad then quickly unbuttoned his jeans and slid both them and his boxers down and off him, along with his remaining clothes.
They groaned in unison as their erections rubbed together for the first time in the night and Ryan cried out as Brad wrapped a hand around him and stroked firmly, almost as if he was determined to make Ryan come as soon as possible.
“W-what’s your hurry?” Ryan gasped, clutching at his shoulders, “W-we have- Oh God!- all night. No interruptions.”
“This is isn’t going to end after one round,” Brad smirked down at him, loving how much control he had over his lover, “I’m going to make love to you so much that you won’t have the energy to get out of bed for the next three days.”
Ryan felt a shiver run up his spine and another bolt of arousal go to his erection at Brad’s words. Brad moved down to take the head of his cock into his mouth and lapped up the pre-cum gathering there. He took his time, teasing Ryan, never allowing him release, nor allowing him to lose interest. He pulled away, smiling at Ryan’s whimper and kissed him again, plunging his tongue into his mouth.
“God, the things you do to me....” Ryan breathed, pulling Brad to him for another kiss, tasting himself in Brad’s mouth.
“More like the things I want to do to you,” Brad growled, pressing a kiss to his throat and mouthing the hot skin. They were both sweating now and it gave their bodies an irresistible sheen that neither of them even wanted to resist.
“Do them,” Ryan husked, fisting Brad’s hair and pulling him up to lock eyes, “do whatever you want with me.”
“What?” Brad eyes widened as Ryan’s words sent tremors through his body, all of which ended up in a very important part of his anatomy. Was Ryan proposing what he thought he was?
Ryan nodded, “Do it. I want you to do it.”
“Ry, I won’t last,” Brad whimpered, feeling ever more aroused than before. The idea of what Ryan wanted put him so close to the edge that he was sure one touch from his lover would send him spiraling over.
“Then we’ll just have to do it several times, won’t we?” Ryan grinned with a cheeky wink. Brad felt his apprehension melt away with that response and he smiled, kissing his love softly.
“Do we have the necessary things?” Brad asked, looking around.
“Hold on,” Ryan rummaged about in the bedside drawer and pulled out lube and a roll of condoms, “Six condoms? What does he think we are, animals?”
“Six of them?” Brad took the roll from him and smirked, “Good, we’re gonna go through them all.”
Ryan’s eyes widened and then he smirked back, “You’re the one who’s a year older. Sure you can manage it?”
“I can,” Brad shrugged then slid one hand down Ryan’s back to rest on his ass, “Can you?”
“Why don’t you find out?” Ryan arched back against his hand.
Brad smiled, “What can I say? Your wish is my command.” It was amazing how Brad managed to make even the most common and cliché of sayings seem fully sincere. Ryan suspected it was because he meant those clichés. He couldn’t remember a time when he felt Brad was not being truthful, even when he was sure that he was lying, it felt like he was telling the truth.
Brad trailed kisses from his lips, down his throat to his chest, lovingly worshipping all the skin he could. At the same, his slicked his fingers with lube and pressed two of them again Ryan’s entrance. Ryan tensed automatically and Brad remembered something he had told him earlier that he couldn’t believe he had forgotten.
He’s still a virgin, Brad thought, looking down at him, I’m his first. Gotta be extra careful then.
“It’ll hurt a bit, Ry, but more if you tense up,” Brad informed him, “Just relax and try not to focus on it.”
Ryan nodded and made a conscious effort not to seize up when he felt Brad press against him once again. He felt one finger slip into him and tensed around it again, feeling a slight burn travel up his spine. Brad pressed kisses to his hair and to his lips the entire time, not moving until he was sure Ryan was ready. Ryan winced as Brad slipped another finger and the stretching sensation felt especially unpleasant, but when Brad slid his fingers in deeper and brushed against something in him, he gasped and arched his back, having never, ever felt anything like that sensation before.
Brad noticed his reaction and grinned, flicking that spot again and Ryan arched again with a cry. He continued to work that spot until he was sure that Ryan was right on the verge of loosing it again and pulled back slightly, allowing him a few seconds respite, before he plunged his hand back in and pressed against his prostate firmly, vibrating against it and milking it hard. Ryan gasped and dug his fingers into Brad’s shoulders, thrusting once, twice before he came with a shout, sagging back again the pillows. Brad smirked and continued to prepare him, finding the task much easier because of how relaxed Ryan was after his orgasm. It wasn’t long before they were ready to continue and Brad positioned himself at Ryan’s entrance, looking up at him.
“You ready?” he asked, needing to be sure.
Ryan smiled and combed a hand through his hair, kissing his temple, “So ready. I love you, Brad. Do it.”
Brad felt tears come to his eyes at that admission of love and slid slowly into Ryan, pressing their mouths together and allowing himself to swallow Ryan’s small whimpers of pain at the joining. Soon though, he was completely buried in Ryan’s body and they were writhing against each other, gasping expressions of love into each others mouths and skin.
“God, this feels so good,” Ryan groaned in pleasure as Brad moved a bit.
“You feel amazing. So tight....” Brad clenched his fists into the sheets, trying to give Ryan time to adjust, but it was so damn hard with that hot, tight heat around him that he felt that he would cry if he didn’t get more of it.
“Brad, move already!” Ryan growled, wrapping his legs around Brad’s waist and pulling him in deeper.
“Your wish is my command,” Brad whispered again, pulling back and then thrusting deeply into his partner, groaning at the feeling and at the cry it invoked. He kept a random pace, sometimes slow and shallow, sometimes fast and deep, keeping Ryan on the edge easily but not allowing him to release. The entire time, he simply stared down at his lover’s face, getting more turned around but his expressions and soft utterances than by the actual act itself. Wayne had told him once that when you got pleasure in sex from giving them pleasure, that was the time when you were truly, fully in love Brad had always known how much he loved Ryan, he knew how much Ryan loved him and it seemed like this act was sealing that bond, cementing it for eternity. Something for them to carry with them when together and when apart.
Ryan groaned and thrust back against him as he changed his angle to strike his prostate with deadly accuracy and Brad felt him about to orgasm. Not wanting the moment to end just yet, he slowed down until he had stopped and leaned over to press kisses along his jaw line and neck, stopping at his lips for a long time.
Ryan made a soft, happy noise at the kiss, but he still tried to force movement below as well. He was so close to the edge that he felt a single touch or even word would send him over. Brad, however, seemed to have a different idea and he gripped Ryan’s hips to keep him still.
“Brad...” Ryan whined, trying to move against those strong hands holding him down. Brad shifted again, causing him to cry out and then he was successfully distracted by Brad swooping down and attaching his mouth to one of his nipples, his other hand moving to tease the other. He whimpered and moaned as Brad continued working him and his frustration only increased with the fact that he still refused to move.
“Brad, I mean it, if you don’t move,” Brad bit his nipple, stopping his words in their tracks for a seconds, “If you don’t move, I’m going to finish this myself and you’re not getting any for the rest of the week.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Brad smirked up at him.
“Watch me,” Ryan then began to pull away but Brad tightened his hold and thrust in hard, forcing a loud moan from his lips.
“Fine, fine, you’re so impatient,” Brad smiled at him and Ryan smiled back, pulling him down for a long, slow kiss as Brad continued his pace until he felt himself near the edge as well. The golden precipice was just there.....and they both fell into it in unison. Brad groaned loudly and collapsed forward, feeling Ryan’s warm, strong arms encircle him, taking a deep whiff of Ryan’s scent and wishing to carry it with him always.
Ryan caressed Brad’s hair as he came down from his high and tried to recover from the intercourse himself. They had had sex before, but never something like this and never this intense. The raw passion of the last half hour began to take its toll and Ryan let out a small yawn, curling into Brad’s side as he moved to his back.
“Well, according to my mother, I should have been struck by lightning now,” Brad commented lightly, kissing his sweat damp hair.
“Are you kidding? Not after that performance,” Ryan snorted, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“Ah, it was that good, huh?” Brad smirked and pretended to buff his nails on his chest, “I mean, I could understand if it was an act of jealousy-”
“Don’t ruin the moment,” Ryan scolded gently, though his shoulders were shaking with silent laughter.
“Right. Well, have I told you I love you? I have? Well, it won’t kill you to here it again, could it? I love you.”
“I love you too, you goof,” Ryan hugged him with the arm across his chest, “Now how about we get some sleep?”
“Your desire, my desire, cher,” Brad chuckled. The shifted around until they were tightly wound around each other and fell asleep, both looking forward to a new day with another boundary crossed and another challenge faced.
Nothing could go wrong now.