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Negotiations (Epilogue)

All right, my faithful smut-puppies!  Since you've been so diligent about showing up here to read my posts and my stories, I have written a juicy mid-size lemon for your persual and enjoyment. It was beta'd for me by the fabulous Blue Simplicity.  Just in case you're new to the world of fanfiction and you're not quite sure what I mean by the word 'lemon', allow me to elucidate.  It means SEX.  And in this particular case, it means sex between two men who love each other.  Sex at the office, as a matter of fact.  If you are a child or a person who is freaked out by the idea of sex between two men, then please do not read my humbly proffered lemon.

Pairing:  Dee/Ryo

Fandom: Fake

Rating:    Mature

Notes:   Oral sex between two men.

Spoilers:  To Volume 7

Timing:  Negotiations takes place in July.  Dee and Ryo have been together for a couple of months at this point.

Summary:   Following a very hot kiss that Rose forced them to perform for his voyeuristic pleasure, Dee and Ryo release a little pressure.

Disclaimer:   I do not own these characters.  They are the property of Sanami Matoh.  I am not making any money from this.

 


Negotiations: Epilogue 

"Bastard left the door open," muttered Dee, reluctantly disengaging from Ryo.  "Don't move baby.  Daddy just has to lock the door..."  

"Dee, I can't believe we just—"  

"Shh, love.  Don't start thinking."  Dee shot the bolt and and quickly caught Ryo in his arms again. "Let's just go back to feeling.  I'm not quite done with you."  

Ryo naturally objected to this suggestion.  His desk was strewn with files and he had phone calls to return.  But his arms went back around Dee of their own accord, and one of his hands actually started stroking his partner's ass. 

When Dee began kissing him again, his talented mouth chased Ryo's protests away.    Every point where their bodies touched seemed hyper-sensitized even through their clothes.  Dee pushed his thigh between Ryo's legs and ground his hip in a slow circle against his lover's erect penis, which caused the other man to breathe faster and emit a shaky little moan. 

"Dee, stop now," he pleaded.  "I'm going to be in pain for the rest of the day." 

"Aw, baby, don't you know me any better than that?" Dee kissed Ryo's ear and slid down his body until he felt his knees touch the floor.  "I wouldn't take you this far and leave you with blue balls."  He reached for Ryo's belt buckle and deftly undid it before Ryo could stop him. 

"Dee, what the hell?  Is this some kind of joke?"  His hands were trying to pry Dee's off his zipper. 

"Nope, and don't worry, I'll be fast. I'm gonna get you off and reduce the pressure down there.  Can't have a sexy thing like you giving off 'I'm horny' vibes in the same building as that bastard Rose..." 

"I'm not gonna let you do that!  And we shouldn't be doing this HERE." 

"No we shouldn't, but you gotta admit, it's hot isn't it?  Now come on, gimme." 

There was a brief struggle to be the master of Ryo's zipper, which Ryo lost.  He gasped as he felt Dee's fingers find his erection and pull it out into the chilly air. It throbbed in Dee’s hand and his testicles felt swollen with desire and need.  Smiling mischievously up at him, Dee caressed them too, and that was when Ryo knew he was a goner.  Against his better judgment, against his work ethic, he was going to let Dee do this.  There was no going back now.  He closed his eyes and gasped again as he felt Dee's long tongue swirl over the head of his penis.  But a moment later, he was assailed by a small stab of guilt. 

"Dee, what about you?" 

"Oh don't worry about me.  Doing this to you is a huge turn-on.  I'll just take care of myself down here."   

"Aw Dee, I don't feel right about this..." 

"If you're still feeling guilty tonight, you can give me your sexy little ass."  Dee grinned up at him, but both his hands continued working Ryo's penis and balls. "Besides, I owe you for saving me from a three week suspension without pay.  A blowjob is the least I can do."  He gave Ryo's length another long lick, then opened his mouth and went to work. 

Ryo was glad that he had Dee's desk to lean back against, because the fire that was raging between his legs was shooting sparks of weakness down through the muscles of his thighs and calves.  Dee was so good at this; no woman had ever performed fellatio on Ryo with anything like the level of skill that Dee had.  He loved it.  He gasped and thrust himself further into Dee's mouth, trying to keep quiet, and not knowing if he would be able to.  Dee was deep-throating him now, and moaning at intervals.  Every time Dee moaned, it sent an intense little vibration of pleasure rocketing along the nerve endings of Ryo's penis.  Ryo knew his lover was moaning because his left hand was busy pumping his own cock.  He found it exciting that Dee could get so aroused just from sucking him. 

"Dee...Dee, I love you," he whispered hoarsely, hunching forward over Dee's steadily moving head, and caressing his lover's broad shoulders and midnight-black hair.  The vibratory moans increased and the continuous movements of Dee's mouth and throat on Ryo's penis faltered for a few moments and Ryo understood that Dee was probably ejaculating all over the floor.  Dee's body, under Ryo's hands, shuddered and trembled as he did so, and even before he had completely spent his load, he resumed his masterful ownership of Ryo's throbbing erection, sucking it back in to the balls and working it over with his throat muscles.  Both of his hands were on Ryo's cock and balls now, one of them sticky and warm.  Suddenly the sensations between Ryo's legs reached such acute levels of pleasure and pressure that he knew he was going to shoot.   His orgasm, which had been gathering like a storm ever since Dee had first dragged his zipper down, abruptly boiled up and out of him, as did an involuntary and quickly curtailed cry of release.  Both of Dee's hands went up to support Ryo as he shook convulsively and clung to his kneeling partner. 

Dee was just coaxing the last few drops out of Ryo when they heard footsteps outside the door and the sound of someone rapping on it. 

"Hey guys!"  It was Ted's voice.  "Did you forget about the meeting?"  The door handle rattled.  "Are you there?  Open up!" 

Ryo's instinct was to keep quiet and wait for Ted to go away, but he was surprised when Dee quickly stood up and said, "We'll be right there, dude." 

The door handle rattled again. "Why the hell did you lock the door?" 

"We were working on a confidential project for the Commish," Dee called back, shooting a wink at Ryo.  "But we're pretty much done now." 

"Well, hurry the fuck up.  The Walrus is waiting, you know!" 

Ryo had hurriedly done up his pants throughout the exchange between Dee and Ted, and his heart was pounding with fear of discovery.  He wondered how Dee could sound so normal. A quick glance at his watch informed him that it was five minutes after one. He couldn't believe that he had forgotten about the one o'clock CI meeting in the Chief's office. 

"How's the hair look?" Dee asked him. 

"Sticking up," Ryo answered while straightening his tie.  "You'd best comb it." 

Dee produced a comb and quickly used it, and then they were hurrying down the hall to the Chief's office.   All heads turned when they entered. 

"So nice of you to join us!"  bellowed the Chief sarcastically.  "Don't you idiots know how to tell time?  Randy, I thought YOU at least were punctual!" 

Blushing fiercely, Ryo apologized and quickly found a seat.   

Dee, however, squared up to the Chief and said, "The only reason we were late was that the Commissioner had us do a little job for him.  Otherwise you know Ryo would've got us both in here on time." 

"Oh?" said the Chief, sharp eyes on Dee.  "What was that about?" 

"You'll have to ask him yourself, sir," Dee replied innocently, and sat down next to Ryo. 

The Chief just snorted and turned his attention to the white board on the wall. 

JJ, who had been waiting to see where Dee chose to sit, quickly picked up his chair and moved it closer to Dee's.  He leaned over and sniffed the air around the man he idolized. 

"Dee, you smell wonderful as usual," he whispered.  "What's that cologne you're wearing?" 

Dee grinned back at him.  "It's called "Pheromones" and it's by a Japanese-American designer," he muttered back. 

JJ frowned as Ryo suddenly emitted a strange-sounding cough and covered his mouth with his hand. 

"Y'okay there, dude?" asked Drake. 

Ryo nodded reassuringly, anxious to turn attention away from himself. 

The chief started briefing them on recent developments in the Hartford shooting, and Dee glanced over at the handsome profile of the chestnut-haired detective beside him.  Ryo's part-Japanese heritage was not immediately evident unless one knew to look for it, but JJ never forgot about it and Dee knew he had understood the joke, even if the younger man had no idea of what he and his partner had been up to behind the locked door of their office.   

Just then Ryo looked back at Dee and flashed him a quick smile, accompanied by a faint blush, and Dee's mind started roving toward the evening.  He was prepared to bet any amount of money that Ryo had never had a sexual experience at work before, and further, that he would be thinking about it for the rest of the day.  If Ryo wasn't ready for more later when they got off work, Dee would relinquish all claims to being the savvy detective he frequently proclaimed himself as. 

Dee let his eyes continue on their pleasant journey down Ryo's body, but suddenly froze when he looked at Ryo's lower leg.  Ryo had some cum on his pants!  Dee reasoned that it had to be his.  He must have caught Ryo's leg with a jet back when he was beating off.  But there was nothing he could do.  Ryo would freak if he pointed it out. 

Dee fought the urge to break out laughing.  No one would probably notice anyway, except Rose, who wasn't here anyhow.  He smirked to himself as he imagined the look on Ryo's face when he told him later. Man, this was shaping up to be a great day.   

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