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"Mmmhmm." He kissed the tip of Ryan's prick, gathering the man's flavor on his tongue. It was like he remembered only deeper, stronger.

"You do that too much and I won't last long enough to get inside you."

He nodded, nuzzled with his cheek. Ry's fingers stuttered over his skin.

"Can we do it face to face? I know you can't see me, but..."

"We can." He was easy. Hell, he was the epitome of easy.

"Want to see your face." Ry pushed him gently onto his back again, encouraged him to spread his legs open.

"Are the lights on?" He reached up, hands searching for Ryan's face so he could see, too.

"Yeah, they are." Ry nuzzled his hand.

"Then you can see." The tiny bits of stubble caught his fingertips.

"Yeah, I can." Ryan mouthed his palm.

Shifting slightly, Ryan slid his fingers along DJ's inner thighs, heading up. He spread, letting Ryan look his fill, touch.

"You always were hot." Ry's fingers slid to cup his balls.

His knees bent as he spread. "Thank you."

One of Ry's fingers slid down to stroke over his hole. "Really hot."

"I'm tight, too. Going to feel like heaven around your cock."

Ry's fingers stuttered and a moan filled the room. DJ grinned. This was more fun than he ever imagined. Then Ry's fingers pushed against his hole, one slipping right in.

"Mmm. So good." He spread and made sure Ry could see.

Ry made a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan, finger pushing deeper into him. One of Ryan's hands landed on his belly, pushing at him. Ry's hands were hot, the finger inside him especially so as it wriggled. DJ moved on the sheets, rocking with the touch.

"God, look at you. Fucking sexy, DJ." Ry took his time, one finger giving way to two as Ryan worked on opening him.

It was so different from their wham-bam encounters when they were in college, both eager and quick off the mark and Ry not wanting to be found out.

He grabbed one knee, drew it up, and rocked down.

"Oh, fuck. So tight. DJ..." Ry's voice was thick, rough with need.

"Uh-huh. Your cock now. Pushing in deep."

Ry jerked, fingers going in hard for a second. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes."

He nodded, licking his suddenly dry lips.

The fingers inside him slipped away and he felt Ry settling between his legs, one hand holding his right leg back.

"Need you, Ry."

"You got me." The head of Ry's prick pressed against him, and slowly, carefully, pushed in.

There wasn't room for the moan that pushed out of him.

"Oh, fuck, DJ. Hot. Fuck. Fuck."

"Yes."

Ryan pushed in deep, then deeper. DJ could feel each panting breath against his face, Ryan moaning. He turned his face, hoping for a kiss. Ryan gave it to him, mouth covering his and tongue slipping in. The kiss was hot and full of need, wanton. That was when they found their rhythm--pushing and moaning, skin slapping together.

"Oh, fuck. Tight." The words pushed into his mouth along with Ry's breath.

Hell, yes. He wrapped his lips around Ryan's tongue, sucking, hips moving in time. Ry managed to get a hand between them and wrapped it around his prick, pulling hard on him. DJ felt that touch, deep inside, and his muscles clenched.

"Oh fuck!" Ry moved faster, really punching into him, managing to find just the right angle to pound his gland.

"There. There. Fuck. Ry, please!"

"Come on." Ry stayed on that spot, lighting him up from inside over and over.

There was no way to hold back, no way at all, not with the way Ryan was touching him. His body met Ry's thrusts, each of Ry's little cries and moans making everything even more intense. He was drowning in the scents, the sounds, and best of all, the feel of Ryan's cock battering inside him.

Ryan's hand worked hard around his prick, thumb stroking across his tip. He squeezed tight, gripping Ryan's cock as he cried out, came.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Ry jerked, and DJ could feel him filling the condom.

The bed felt like it was spinning and he reached out, gripped the sheets. Ry collapsed onto him, solid and warm, pinning him. Wow. Damn. Also, fucking A.

"Fuck. DJ..." Ry's breath was hot as it panted out against his throat.

"Uh-huh." Absolutely.

Ry began to slip out and, groaning, he pulled the rest of the way out, hand gently bumping DJ's balls. DJ moaned low, his toes curling. He heard the condom hit the garbage can and then Ry lay back down, head on his thigh, still panting slightly.

"You okay?" He was...well, hungry, actually.

"Yeah, just a little... I never expected this."

No. No, he hadn't either. Still, it was a way to spend an evening. He knew Ryan. Knew the man would never come out. This couldn't be anything more than a hook up. "You hungry?"

"Yeah, I guess I could eat." Ry pressed an almost hesitant kiss to his hip, and then stood. "Can I steal one of the robes in your closet?"

"Of course." He stretched, lazy, comfortable in his skin. "You don't have to stay, if you're uncomfortable, Ry."

"It's not that. I..." Ry sighed softly and he heard the closet door open, close again and Ry came back and terry cloth brushed against him as it landed on the bed beside him "You're so Zen, man."

"Oh, you haven't seen me fly into a crazy rage." He tended toward hot and cold.

Ry chuckled, lounging on the bed beside him. "Does that happen a lot?"

"I would say no, but my assistant would probably argue."

Ry chuckled, touched his belly. "What do you want from room service?"

"My safest option is whatever poultry sandwich and fries." Eating could be fraught with weirdness and he wanted to impress Ryan.

"Safest?" He could hear Ry flipping through the pages of the hotel information book.

He nodded. "Try eating one day with your eyes closed."

"Oh, shit. Yeah, that didn't even occur to me. They've got a grilled chicken sandwich with fries; it comes with lettuce, tomato and pickle."

"That's fine. I'm not picky." He had been, once upon a time.

"Well, they've got a chicken breast with roast potatoes and fresh vegetables here, which sounds way better than a chicken burger. How about that?" Ry's hand touched his arm, warm, gentle.

He felt his cheeks heat. There was a better than good chance that, during the cutting of the meat, the breast would go flying and he'd have to give it to Walter.

That hand stroked his arm. "Shit, DJ, I can cut your meat for you if that's what the problem is."

"You know how embarrassing this is? I'm going for totally cope-y and suave here."

"Trust me, you've got me totally beat in either department." Ry shifted away from him, picked up the phone. "Yeah, two filet mignons, please. Both medium rare, two beers, and two cheesecakes, please. Yeah, that's right. Thanks. A half hour? Cool." Ry hung up.

DJ snorted. "That's not chicken." Still. Steak. Uhn.

"No, but we never could afford it and you always loved steak. I'm guessing that's not changed and I can totally cut the fucking meat for you. Don't sweat it."

"I love steak." He grinned. "So, tell me about your life, man. It's been so long." So long and they hadn't spoken, hadn't stayed friends. Lovers were nice, but DJ knew what was important now.

"Like I said, I'm working with the Cyclones. I live in Vancouver, but I travel with the team. Work with the players who need it off-season, too. I like it, love living on the coast. What about you? What are you doing now?" Ry came and sat back down next to him on the bed, hand sliding on his thigh like Ry was starved for touch.

"Consulting, teaching some." He shrugged. "It's not like I can design anymore." He kept waiting for that to stop hurting.

"I'm sorry, man." Ry's fingers curled around his hip, squeezed lightly. "It was what you were made to do."

He shrugged. "Whatever. I got it."

"Have you tried-- Sorry. It's not really any of my business, I guess."

"Tried what?"

"Well, having someone else do the drawings for you. I mean, you can still picture the designs in your head, right? And you know the lingo and what blueprints should look like."

"Yes, but would you want a blind man designing your house?" He wouldn't.

"If I knew he did good work, I'd think it would be an added bonus, actually."

Ry's hand crept to his belly and he could feel the man's shrug. "Like I said, not my business. Finding solutions is just a big part of the job, you know? And I hate to think of you not being able to do what you love."

"I guess sometimes you just have to admit defeat." DJ thought maybe Ry was going to say something else on the subject, but he didn't.

"So how are you staying in such great shape? Hit the gym a lot?" Ry's touch accompanied the words

"Swimming. I can't get lost."

Ry's laughter sounded surprised, but genuine.

They chatted a bit more, catching up until there was a knock at the door.

"I've got it." Ry stood, tossing the robe over him before heading for the door. Ryan was so different and still just the same, all at the same time.

Walter got up when Ryan opened the door, coming to stand next to him, fur brushing his legs.

"Hey, boy. How you doing?" He reached down, stroking the soft ears.

Walter woofed softly and licked him.

Ry was back a moment later, a room service cart running noisily over the rug. "It smells great."

It did--hot and spicy and meaty. He approved.

There was the sound of cutlery and plates and then the table was set in front of him. "The meat is cut and at six on your plate. The fries are between twelve and four and there's mixed vegetables from eight to twelve. Your beer is to the top right of your plate. You want salt or anything?"

"No. Not yet." His cheeks were burning, but his belly was snarling. "Thank you."

"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's just me."

"Yeah. Yeah, still. Sometimes I want to be incredibly cool."

"I think you're pretty fucking cool, DJ. Cutting your meat for you didn't change that."

"Thanks, Ry." He reached out, touched Ryan's leg.

Ryan hummed a little, leg pushing into his touch. "Dig in, man. I'm starving."

He searched for his fork, then carefully felt around his plate for the steak.

Ry was a noisy eater. Oh, he didn't smack or make loud chewing noises, but he appreciated the food with little hums and half moans. It was comforting, familiar, and he found himself just listening.

"Man, even their fries are like gourmet; I don't even need ketchup. Not bad at all for room service."

DJ found one, tried it. Not bad. Not bad at all.

"Go on, DJ. Eat up,

cause I know you're hungry and you've already impressed the hell out of me with your whole Zen thing. It'll make me feel better if you wind up with a bit of steak sauce on your chin or something."

He blinked, then cracked up, laughing deep in his chest before getting down to the business of eating.

"Man, I'm almost too full for dessert," Ryan declared when DJ had cleaned his plate. "But I'll manage to stuff it down somehow. I think one has strawberry stuff on it and the other one caramel--you got a preference or do you want to share?"

"Can we share?"

"I'd love that. I was having a hard time choosing myself." Ry laughed and noisily stacked plates, closed domes, and opened others.

A moment later, DJ could smell strawberries, and Ry murmured, "Open up."

DJ's lips parted and he heard Ry moan about a half second before cool, sweet creamy lusciousness hit his lips. It was soon followed by Ry's mouth, the man's tongue pushing in to taste. Oh. Oh, that rocked. He moaned, scooting closer.

Ry broke the kiss and fed him another piece of cake, this time caramel. Again, Ry pressed a kiss against his lips, hands coming up to cup his face. He leaned into Ryan's hands, hummed.

"Fuck, you make me want." Ry almost whispered the words.

"Is that bad?"

"What? No. Not bad." Ry laughed and pressed another kiss on him.

He leaned forward, hand landing right in something gooey. Splat. Ry started to giggle.

"Dude." He lifted his hand, slapped it on Ryan's chest.

"No way! You did not just do that!"

The sound of the cutlery rattling was his only warning before he got a chest full of cheesecake, too.

"Hey!" Oh, man. Gooey.

"Tit for tat," murmured Ry. Then the next thing he knew, Ryan was licking the cheesecake off his skin.

"Ry?" His head fell back, throat working. Damn. Just damn. That felt so? Weird? Hot?

"Cleaning you, don't want to waste the cheesecake." Ry paused to lick some more. "Or your skin."

"Oh, fuck." His cock was more than happy to make a comeback.

Ry kept sucking and licking his chest, far longer than had to be necessary to clean off the cheesecake. The hard prick pressing against his thigh had little to do with cleaning, either.

"Ry. You feel so good."

"You feel pretty fucking awesome yourself."

Ry found his right nipple, mouth wrapping around it. One of his hands found Ryan's head, drew the man closer. That had Ryan pulling harder, going to town on his nipple with suction and sharp teeth and soft, hot lips.

"Oh! Oh, fuck." He started shuddering, thrusting up, entire body on fire. "Please."

Humming, Ryan doubled his efforts, shooting fire straight from his nipple to his balls.

"Oh, Jesus." Aching. Fuck, he was aching. So bad.

Ry took a last nip of his nipple and moved to the other one, starting slowly and building on gentle stimulation. DJ was fucking lost, the suction and rhythm making him shudder, cry out. When Ry's hand wrapped around his prick, he bucked hard.

"Oh, Jesus. Jesus, please."

Ry hummed again, sucking harder on his nipple, thumb pushing into his slit on every single upstroke on his cock. Fuck. Fuck. His prick was aching, balls full. Ry kept it up, kept working his body and making him need. DJ was lost. Lost.

Letting go of his nipple, Ry bit at the skin right below it. He cried out, bucking up furiously, humping into Ry's hand.

"Come on, DJ. Let me fucking smell you again."

"Ryan!" He spent, sucking in a sobbing breath.