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Ryan chuckled; he would have liked to have seen that.

"You hear that, Walter? Ry's laughing at us."

The big dog lifted his head, woofed.

"I was just picturing the bitchy lady at my counter having to deal with Walter." He turned the car at the next right; it shouldn't be much farther.

"How's the traffic? It sounds busy."

"Yeah. I guess everyone's going on the town on a Friday night. Oh, here we are. Hold on." He'd nearly missed the turn off and wound up taking the corner too hard.

DJ banged his head against the window, loud enough that he heard it.

"Shit. I'm sorry, man." God, he felt like the world's biggest asshole.

"I'm cool. Did you make it?"

"I did. As long as I haven't concussed you, we're good." He pulled up in front of the hotel. There was valet parking. Sweet. He was about done with having to cope with any sort of mode of transportation.

"Good deal." DJ's fingers searched for the handle, and the valet opened the door.

Ryan moved around the car, letting Walter out so the dog could help DJ. Then he grabbed his bag out of the trunk and handed over the keys to the attendant, pocketing the slip he was given.

"You want my arm, man?"

"Please. I'm in room one fifteen."

He took DJ's hand and put it on his arm. He liked having DJ touch him, and with Walter on DJ's other side, it was clear the man was blind so no one would think anything of it. "Why don't you join me for dinner. As an apology for thunking your head."

DJ shook his head. "No offense meant, Ry, but I don't want to sit and worry about eating in public again today."

"So we'll do room service. Catch up." He wasn't sure why he was pushing. It had been his fault they'd broken up, his inability to step out of the closet. Everything in him urged him not to just let go, though.

"Okay. That's fine. You can get checked in and then we'll meet up in my room?"

"Works for me." He gave DJ his arm again and got the man to his room before going back to the front desk to check in.

He ended up on the first floor, too, right next door to DJ, in fact. He wasn't sure if it was because they were both using the wedding group discount Anne had set up, or if it was because they were both from Vancouver. He supposed it didn't matter.

He dumped his bag in his room, pocketed the key, and knocked on DJ's door.

"Ryan?"

"Yeah, it's me." It was a little unreal, being in a hotel room with DJ.

"Come on in." The lights were off and the curtains closed, the room super dark. Walter woofed at him, softly, the sound almost friendly.

"Hi, Walter. Is it okay to pet him?" He knew it wasn't always okay to pet a working animal. "And can I turn on the light?"

"Absolutely. He's not working and sure. I couldn't find the switch."

"It's over here, on the wrong side of the door." He took DJ's hand and showed him where the switch was and they flipped it on together. He told himself he was ignoring the way his hand seemed to tingle where their skin touched.

"Thanks, Ry." DJ smiled, and the man was right there, so kissable.

He blinked at the thought and froze for a half second. Then he groaned, and pressed their lips together. DJ went stiff, hands flailing for a second before they found his shoulders. His own hands found DJ's trim waist, slid around it. Oh, fuck. He was kissing Daniel James Delout. Again.

It was just as hot as he'd remembered, on those nights where he jacked himself in the dark, lost in memories. Moaning into the kiss, he slid his tongue along Daniel's lips, begging entrance. Those sweet, hungry lips opened up to him, let him in, let him taste. That had him moaning again; no one had ever tasted as good as DJ.

DJ's hands moved, slowly, down his arms, the touch burning, heated, and he felt like he was starving for it. He leaned forward, gently pushing DJ up against the wall, his prick firming up quickly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" DJ murmured the words against his lips, so soft.

"Yes." It was the first thing that popped into his head, and out of his mouth. It was the truth. No matter what else happened, he still loved DJ and he still wanted the man. Badly.

And what if DJ didn't?

Gasping, he took a half step back. "But if you don't..."

"Honey, I'm willing to have a nice, friendly fuck. I won't out you."

"Shh." He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to feel, he wanted to touch and to kiss and to have DJ in his arms. He closed their lips together again, hands moving around to grab DJ's ass. DJ dived in, the kiss sure and confident, hands cupping his face. He pulled DJ to him, the long, slender body fitting just like he remembered.

DJ's fingers moved over him, like the man was mapping him. A part of him wanted to hump madly against the wall, but a bigger part wanted him to take his time, to explore and enjoy, so he started slowly walking them back toward the bed.

"Don't let me fall."

"Won't." He had DJ.

DJ nodded and held onto him until they hit the mattress.

They sat together and he started working DJ's clothes off, fingers finding the man's buttons and pulling them out of their holes. DJ's fingers traced his lips, his jaw. He chased them with his mouth, nipping at them. Oh, fuck, this felt better than anything had in so long.

"Stop it, man. Let me see you."

"What?" It took him a minute to figure out what DJ had meant by that. "Oh. Sorry." God, he kept screwing up.

"Don't apologize. I just...I want to see if you look the same." DJ winked. "You've gotten more nervous."

"It's been seven years and I was an ass. Plus I did slam your head against the car window back there..." He was lucky DJ wasn't calling him a fucking coward asshole and kicking him to the curb.

"I learned that you can't make someone come out. Kiss me again."

Ryan decided to just shut up and do as DJ asked. He brought their mouths together and focused on how good the kiss was.

DJ smiled and worked his shirt open with smart, clever fingers.

He returned the favor, pushing the open shirt off DJ, fingers eager for the man's skin.

Oh, fuck. DJ had ink. A blueprint, right across the man's chest. His fingers traced the lines, a low groan coming from him.

"My last design."

"What was it?" He leaned in and began to trace the lines with his tongue.

"A...a church."

"You designed a church?" That made this almost holy, right? He kept tracing, licking the salt from DJ's skin.

"Uh...Uh-huh. Oh, fuck, Ry..." Those lean muscles rippled.

Fuck, he knew this body better than anyone else's aside from his own. And yet he felt like it was all new again.

DJ leaned back, the man's heavy cock outlined clearly in the thin slacks. Ryan's fingers went to it automatically, tracing it through the material. "Oh, fuck. Baby." He felt like he was twenty again.

"Making me leak, man." There was a tiny wet spot, growing on the slacks.

"That's a good start." He suddenly needed to know if DJ tasted the same. His fingers were almost shaking as he worked at opening DJ's pants.

"It's okay. Really." DJ kept touching him, stroking him, easing him.

"Need you," he admitted, though he wasn't even sure himself if he meant just now or something more intense, more long term.

"I'm right here. Right here."

"Yeah. And you smell fucking amazing." He got the snap at the top of DJ's slacks undone and carefully pulled the zipper down.

Hard and long, crowned with bright curls, that cock was luscious. Groaning, he took it right in, his lips wrapping around the sweet tip.

"Ry!" DJ bucked up, pushed into his lips.

DJ tasted even better than Ryan remembered and he sucked harder, hands wrapping around the slender hips to encourage DJ to keep moving on his tongue. DJ rolled, moved for him, unashamed and eager, taking his lips over and over. He just closed his eyes and encouraged each and every thrust. Swallowing hard whenever DJ went deep, he reveled in the flavor.

"Your mouth. Heaven. Christ, Ry. Don't stop."

Like he was planning to stop. He increased his suction, wanting more of those needy words from DJ. His hands slid under DJ's ass, pulling the man in deeper. He wanted DJ to shoot, wanted his mouth flooded with his lover's pleasure.

DJ's cry warned him that the man was close. He bobbed his head as fast as he could.
Come on, man. Come.

DJ called out, then that sweet prick swelled, filled his lips. Spunk poured down his throat and into his mouth and he swallowed and swallowed, taking it all in.

God, this was DJ. His DJ. Ryan shot without even having realized he was close, his whole body responding to DJ.

"Oh, God. Ry. You... Damn..." DJ slumped back on the bed, chest heaving.

He took his time cleaning DJ's prick and then let it slide out of his mouth. Resting his head on DJ's belly, he panted, more than a little undone by the whole experience.

Fingers carded through his hair. "Damn, Ry. You need a hand to take the edge off?'

"Uh..." Heat flooded his cheeks. He'd come in his pants like a teenager.

DJ chuckled. "Edge is off? Excellent! That means round two is lazy. Then supper, then round three."

That had him grinning. It sure beat his plan of slinking off in embarrassment.

"You got supplies?" Because he, stupidly, hadn't imagined he'd be getting lucky this weekend.

"Possibly? I have a bag that's been packed for a long time. My assistant just refills things I use up."

He didn't ask if the condoms got used up a lot. He had no right. "I need to get out of these pants, they're gross. Want me to grab the bag for you?"

"No. No, I need to do it."

"Okay. I'll be out of the bathroom in a minute."

He dropped a kiss on DJ's belly, taking a deep breath, pulling that scent into him before fleeing to clean up and take a few calming breaths.

He'd sucked off Daniel-Fucking-James Delout.

DJ headed to his suitcase, fingers looking for things. Marlena was a master of organization and everything was exactly where it belonged.

He'd just...with Ryan. Ryan who was obviously still in the closet, still not looking for a partner. Lord.

He heard the toilet flush and knew he didn't have much longer before Ryan was back in the room with him.

Walter woofed at him from the corner.

"You want a bone, boy?" He dug out a treat, put his ditty bag on the bed and stripped down.

Ryan came out of the bathroom and whistled. "Damn, that's still the finest ass in Canada."

He waggled said ass, playful. "Tell me you're naked, too."

"Okay. I'm naked, too." Ryan sounded a little more at ease than he'd been.

"Cool. Come here and let me touch."

He had fond memories of that runner's body, but he knew Ry was bigger now, more solid. He heard Ryan approach and he swore he could feel the heat pouring off Ry's skin as the man came closer. He reached out, curious, letting Ryan come to him. Ryan stepped into his hands, muscles solid beneath his fingertips, skin warm.

"Hey."

"Mmm. Hey." He explored, learning.

Ryan was more muscled now, though not crazy built. There sure wasn't an ounce of fat, though. His touches made those muscles twitch, made Ry catch his breath.

"You still run?"

"I do. I work out with the team, too. The Vancouver Cyclones." Ryan had been in sports science when they'd been together.

"I swim now. A lot." Swimming was safe, easy, and damned good exercise.

"You look stunning." Ry's hands came up to slide over his shoulders, around his upper arms.

"I'm glad." DJ pulled Ry closer, leaned back into the mattress.

Ry lay over him, body slowly coming down on his as Ry's mouth found his. The kiss was lazy this time, easy and slow, and DJ explored every inch of Ry's mouth, their tongues playing together. Ry's hands cupped his face, fingers long and warm and he could feel each one on his skin. So hungry, so needy. DJ approved, stretching under all that skin.

The lazy kisses slowly built in intensity, Ry beginning to rock slowly against him. He traced a line down Ry's spine, counting the vertebrae, slowing whenever Ry shivered.

When he got to the small of Ry's back, the man shuddered hard. "Fuck. DJ." The need there sounded so good.

"Mmmhmm. I have you." He kept touching, playing there.

Ry bucked, the man's hard cock pushing against his thigh. It was leaking, making him wet. Someone liked that, so DJ kept it up, chuckling as Ry moaned. He wondered when the last time was that Ry had someone take their time, touch him to bring him pleasure, the man's reactions were so intense.

They had at least an hour before room service closed, right? He couldn't quite remember what time the front desk clerk had said when he'd checked in, but Ry moaned into his mouth and suddenly he couldn't quite care.

Their cocks slid together, side by side, rubbing steadily, just a little too fast for gentle.

"Fucking want you." The want in Ry's voice was heady.

"How do you want it?" He was easy, willing, able.

"Anyway I can have you."

"Then fuck me." They hadn't tried that together, back in school.

Ry shuddered. "Fuck yes. Please."

He nodded. "Look in my bag. There should be slick."

Ry's body dragged along his for a moment, then shifted as Ry leaned over to grab the bag where he'd left it on the edge of the bed. He kept exploring, tongue dragging, fingertips touching so lightly. Ry made soft noises as he touched, almost sobbing as he slid his fingers along the sweet dip by Ry's right hip. He leaned down, curious to taste that spot, lick and nibble.

Ry froze, let him explore with his tongue. "Fuck."

"Mmmhmm." Smooth and soft, hot and a little salty--Ryan tasted good.

"You're so fucking sensual."

He needed to be. He only had four left.

Ry's fingers slid through his hair, keeping him down at the man's hip. He could feel the heat of Ry's prick by his cheek. He turned his head, nuzzled that sweet cock. Ry whimpered for him and gasped out his name.