Strange Love - Chapter 306

Ry ġrȯȧnėd as he rolled over and nearly fell off the couch. His hands flew to his head as he tried to lift it. “Fuck…” He muttered. “What the fuċk did I- Fuck…” His memories of the day before came crashing back.

The day before

“You made it… I’m surprised you could take time out of your busy day to see me…” Andre said crossing his arms over his ċhėst to match his already tightly crossed legs.

Ry sent him a crooked smile. “What, no warm greeting for me today?” He pulled out the barstool beside the other man.

Andre shrugged, pressing his bottom lip out in a pout. “Why would I? You are only ‘ere to use me again, no doubt… What is it you need this time? Why not make it easier on da both of us?”

Ry reached out and lightly pinched the man’s cheek. “Ah, don’t be like that. You know you’re special to me.”

Andre arched a brow. “Really? More special dan da gringo you were here with the last time.” When Ry hesitated, Andre’s brows shot up. “You’re ‘ere with him now aren’t you?!”

Ry let out a sigh. “Yes, him and his bride to be… What of it?” He sent Andre a charming smile. “You’re not going to punish me for doing my job, are you?”

Andre studied him skeptically for several long seconds. “No… I suppose not…”

Ry’s smile widened. “Good, now that that’s out of the way…” He caught Andre’s hand and tugged him toward him for a kiss, and Andre melted against him.

Andre arched his brow as he watched Ry lift his phone and check it for what had to be the hundredth time in the past hour. “Your job?” He said knowingly.

Ry frowned. “No… but you can never be too safe…” He forced a smile and leaned back in his chair. “What do you say we get out of here?”

Andre blew out a sigh. “Very well…” He pushed up from the table. “My place… I suppose…”

Ry chuckled as he rounded the table and caught the man’s hand. “Only because I like the cozy atmosphere you’ve created there so much.”

Andre rolled his eyes. “Because you don’t want your job to catch you…”

Ry arched a brow as a smile curved his lips. “Is that jealousy I’m detecting?”

Andre rounded on him; fists planted on each hip. “Can you blame for after what ‘appened last time?!”

Ry stepped closer cupping Andre’s smooth chin as he brought his lips down to hover over Andre’s. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing happened last time…”

“Exactly!” Andre snapped, his bottom lip puckering again.

“Why don’t we go change that then?” Ry said as he lowered his lips to Andre’s.

Andre let out a defeated huff. “I cannot refuse you… You know dat…”

As soon as the door to the familiar townhouse was shut, Ry was already kicking off his shoes and working loose the buŧŧons of his shirt.

Andre frowned as he made his way to the kitchen. “At least ‘ave a drink first…”

Ry followed the petite man to the tidy kitchen. He placed a hand on the counter on either side of Andre’s slight frame. he bent and placed a teasing kiss on the back of his neck. “You know I don’t drink…”

“Well, I do…” He mȯȧnėd as he paused, his hand halfway to the wine glasses.

Ry reached up and plucked the glasses from the shelf not taking his mouth away from the other man’s neck. “One glass.”

“One glass…” Andre repeated in distracted agreement as he pressed himself against the growing bulge pressing into his back.

Ry’s hand slipped around Andre’s narrow waist and pulled his dress shirt free from his slacks. He tugged Andre’s mouth around to meet his seeking lips as he popped the buŧŧons free. He let his hand trail slowly from the sharp curve of Andre’s jaw down his narrow neck and to the hard bud of his nɨppŀė as he slid his other hand over the bulge pressing against the tight slacks. “Hum… It’s been such a long time for me…” Ry murmured between hot, sloppy kisses.

Andre leaned against Ry’s thick ċhėst, mȯȧning and biting into his own bottom lip as Ry continued to stroke him through his slacks. “Papi…” He reached between them stroking the immense outline of Ry’s ready ċȯċk.

“Tell me you want me.” Ry murmured huskily into his ear.

“I want you, Papi!”

“No… Say ‘I want you, Ry.” He skillfully worked the buŧŧon and zipper of the slacks, freeing Andre’s ċȯċk. Curling his fingers around it and pressing his thumb against the V on the underside of the head, Ry nipped Andre’s earlobe. “Say it… say my name.”

“I want you, Ry…” He felt awkward saying the name he knew was only reserved for family.

“Um, say it again.” He growled as he simultaneously pinched the pebbled nɨppŀė, nipped his neck, and stroked Andre’s length.

“Ry… Ry… Ry-Ahhh…” He mȯȧnėd as he struggled to free the man’s massive ċȯċk with only one hand.

Ry’s hand slid away from Andre’s nɨppŀė and pushed his slacks to the ground before pushing down his own. His teeth teased the exposed flesh of one shoulder as he pressed himself against Andre’s firm ȧss. He pumped his hand faster against the other man’s ċȯċk. “Cum for me. I want to fuċk you with your own ċum.”

The dirty words growled into his ear was Andre’s undoing. He crumpled forward pressing his ȧss more firmly against Ry’s massive ċȯċk as he emptied himself into Ry’s waiting hand. True to his word, once the last drop had been pumped from his body, the hot liquid was rubbed across the pucker of his anus and then worked inside.

Ry plucked the coconut oil from the shelf and scooped out a generous amount, knowing that no matter how hot fuċkɨnġ his tight ȧss with his own ċum would be, Andre would be hurt without at least a little extra lube. He carefully worked his length into him, relishing in the mȯȧns of pŀėȧsurė as Andre’s tight walls clamped down around his pulsing ċȯċk. “Fuck…” He bit out as another face flashed into his mind. He quickly caught himself and added. “You feel so good.” {Russ…} The name was at the tip of his tongue fighting to be said. Ry bent over Andre and began kissing and nipping along his shoulder blades as he began to slam more forcefully into him, hoping to occupy his mouth enough to not say THAT name.

“You feel so good Po-Ry…” Andre mȯȧnėd.

Ry growled as he pumped harder, deeper inside. He slid his hand back around and began teasing and squeezing Andre’s tight balls. “Cum for me again…” {Russ…} There it was again, that name that begged to be said… To be called out. He cupped his balls in the palm of his hand as he began stroking the lower length again this time matching his own rhythm.

Andre called out as another ȯrġȧsm shattered his body. He collapsed against the counter, panting against the pounding and tight grip still around his ċȯċk. Instead of letting go once he’d came, Ry worked the ċum over his shaft forcing it to stay aroused making the sensation almost unbearable. He could tell by the almost chaotic thrashing that Ry was close to his own release. He didn’t try holding back the mȯȧns as the various sensations sent wave after wave of agonizing pŀėȧsurė coursing through every nerve ending.

Ry came hard, having to catch the counter to keep from crashing down over Andre. He panted hard as he tried to work out his own troubling thoughts. He hadn’t came that hard in a long time… He was still panting as he pushed himself upright and stepped away. “You alright?” He asked, the embarrassment of not being able to shake that one name or face from his mind keeping him from meeting the man’s questioning gaze.

Andre nodded, also panting. He pushed up on his elbow and grabbed the bottle of wine he’d meant to pour earlier. He filled one glass and lifted the bottle to his lips as he took a large chug.

Ry instinctively bent and retrieved his phone from his pants pocket and checked to see if he had any missed calls or texts. {Still nothing…} He glanced at the time and frowned. He pulled his pants up and reached out for the full glass. “I’ll have that drink now…”

Andre studied Ry. “Help yourself, Poppie…”

Ry’s frustration hadn’t improved with the second or third time he and Andre had had sėx. He’d made his excuses and headed back to the Embassy when it was obvious Andre’s company was not going to alleviate his growing frustrations and irritation.

He frowned as he walked through the empty suite. Letting out a low growl, he finally gave in and sent a text. When another hour passed without a word, he got even more irritated. Three unanswered called, two messages, and six texts later he was livid. He was just about to fling the ringing phone over the balcony when the call was finally answered.

Ry let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his temples. He couldn’t remember much after that. When another hour had passed and the little punk hadn’t shown up or called, he’d hit the bar below to add to the effects of the wine already coursing through his system. He turned his head catching sight of the table. “Ugh… fuuuuck…” He forced himself up into a sitting position and glanced down the hall to the first closed door. “Fuck…” He ġrȯȧnėd as he pushed up from the sofa and made his way slowly down the hall. He twisted the knob but found it locked. His frown deepened as he tapped lightly on the door. “Hey kid, you awake in there? We… need to talk…” He ġrȯȧnėd at his own lame words. When no reply came, he leaned his head against the door. “Come on kid, I really have to piss…” He stepped back slightly as the door opened.

Russ glared up at him as he stepped out of the way.

“Well…” Russ asked not finding any comfort in the big idiot’s obvious discomfort.

“Kid… listen… about last night… I’m sorry…” He walked over to the bed and flopped down on the end.

“Thought you had to piss?” Russ growled.

Ry chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah well, in a minute… I need to get this off my ċhėst first…” He frowned as he finally met Russ’s angry gaze. “I shouldn’t have…” He let out another heavy puff of air. He shook his head. “I never intended on ever telling you how I felt… I had planned on leaving it with light teasing and being done…” He risked a glance up at Russ. “You don’t deserve what I did… for that, I apologize… I know it’s not enough to make up for it… but…” He ran his hands across the back of his neck as he let out another sigh. “I’m going to request a new ȧssignment today. I don’t think I’m capable of keeping my distance, and you shouldn’t have to deal with… that kind of behavior…”

Russ’s anger morphed into irritation. “What, you get drunk and show your ȧss then what just quit your job? I thought you said you cared… For my safety and shit…”

Ry’s surprised eyes met Russ. “You still want me to stay after last night?”

Russ shrugged. “You didn’t do anything I haven’t done to others before…” He could feel his cheeks heat as he looked away in embarrassment. “Just promise you’ll not do that shit again…”

Ry stood and walked over to Russ. He reached out to cup his face, but Russ slapped his hand away. Ry frowned as he lowered his hand. “I can’t… I can’t promise because I know I can’t stop myself from these feelings…” His frown deepened as he stepped to the side and leaned against the dresser beside Russ. “I told you once… one of the original reasons I was so drawn to you was because I see a lot of my younger self in you… that’s not a lie… I do… That’s why I know the only way to guarantee I don’t repeat those same mistakes is to leave…” When the silence between them became intolerable, Ry pushed away from the dresser and walked toward the door. His hand was on the knob when Russ’s quiet words stopped him.

“Stay… you’re leaving before the coronation anyway… stay until then…”

Ry squeezed his eyes tightly shut. “How… how can you still want me around after what I did… with me flat out telling you I may do it again…”

Russ swallowed past the lump of emotions building in his throat. “Because aside from Shelly, you’re the only person I have left… the only… family…” He could feel the tears burning his eyes as the word left his lips.

Ry’s eyes shot open. He turned quickly and closed the distance between them in 3 large steps. He pulled Russ into a tight embrace. “I promise, I’ll not hurt you again…” He could feel the sting of unshed tears in his own eyes. He held Russ out slightly. With an awkward laugh, he added. “If you see me so much as look at alcohol again, I give you permission to punch me.”

Russ laughed awkwardly as well. “Honestly, seeing you this hungover almost makes it worth it…” He gave a shrug as he stepped away from him, crossing and gripping his own arms. “Maybe I’ll get revenge by having room service bring up the nastiest, smelliest dishes they have….”