Keywords:Slash, PWP
Rating:NC-17, m/m sex
Status:NEW, Complete Jan. 9th, 2000
Summary:My interruption of what happens after Murphy finds Ryan spiking Khan's water bottle.
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Officer Sean Murphy caught me. Fuckin' *caught* me. Damn O'Reilly you are losing your touch. I told him the truth..mostly, I do have to look out for Cyril, I can't let these motherfuckers kick ass. And then I threw in the 'Irish' thing to try and get on his soft side.
Strike one.
I threw him the pity act, saying how there is no way Cyril gonna beat Khan and all.
Strike two.
This is bad, I need this guy on my side. I need these connections. He says that he'll keep this just between us, so I still have a chance, but that's not good enough. I think back to what he once said to me:
"Survival O'Reilly. It's in your blood."
Survival.
I need to keep him on my side. If he starts treating me like all the other fucks in this joint, I'm screwed. He says he doesn't show favoritism, but he isn't fooling either one of us. He's shown it to me since he first started and I'm starting to think it goes a little more than us both being Black Irish.
Hmmm.
Sean Murphy. Definitely a good looking guy. No question. You don't have to be a fag to pick up on that. Looks at me a little too long sometimes? Definitely. Takes more than a professional interest in me? Without a doubt. Gets pissed at me and just when I think he's going to rat me out keeps his mouth shut again? Shit..
The guy wants me. And I'm not being vain here. You don't have to be a genius to figure this out. Well then again, I am pretty fuckin' desirable, I think as I grin inwardly.
I look up at Officer..no..*Sean*. I hear him say..something..and then 'let's go'. I already know what I'm going to do with Cyril. I've had a backup plan all along, just for situations like this. Always be prepared, Ryan. Now it's time to make sure *Sean* keeps this 'more than professional' interest in me.
Don't strike out O'Reilly, you already have two.
As he grabs my arm and pulls me along I realize that he's clenching and unclenching his fingers over and over.
Oh yeah, he wants me.
I watch his ass as he pulls me along. Hmm, not bad. I ain't no fag,(I think I've said that already..the word denial goes through my sub-conscience but I shrug it off.), but hell, I'll do what I gotta. And let's face it, it's not like it would be hard for me to get into it, not with someone who looks like this.
I've been with a few guys before when I needed something from them. It's not that bad. As long as *I'm* in control. I have to make it so good that he'll come crawling back to me. I want to make him think of me all day and all night. Make him crave me.
Yep, I am gonna fuck Sean Murphy.
He's pulling me along and I grab his arm with my free one and push him towards the far corner of the gym.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, O'Reilly?" He grumbles at me.
"Shh." I say in my calm as ever voice. I push him up against the wall.
His breathing has quickened and for the first time since I've known him, he is completely unraveled. And then I realize that *I* am the one doing it to him. He's not breathing harder because he's some pussy hack wondering if I'm going to kill him. He's wondering if I'm going to finally give him what he wants.
I smile that 'sexy seductive' smile that I know I have. "No fucking in OZ..remember Sean?" He licks his lips as I taunt him, moving closer and closer. I brush my lips over his not applying pressure, just a mere touch. I move away again and stare at his eyes. Lust swims in them.
"What are you playing at, O'Reilly?"
I give him an arrogant grin. "No games Sean.." I kiss him hard with vicious intensity and I know I have him now. He melts into it and is clawing at me. His hands are scratching up and down my back as I suck his tongue into my mouth. It doesn't take long for my cock to respond as he rubs his whole body against mine like a slut.
Who would have thought that in the heat of passion Officer Sean Murphy becomes a writhing slut. And I must say, a damn sexy one too. His hands slide beneath my T-shirt, up and down sides and then over to my chest. He pinches my nipples hard and I shudder a little. He sucks on my bottom lip and I grip him by the hair with both hands.
I break my lips away from his and start sucking on his neck, making him moan. "O'Reilly.."
I suck harder but then ease up a bit as I remember not to leave any tell tale marks.
"..Ryan.."
Oh yeah, using first names now huh Sean?
I lick up and down his neck, and start moaning to show how hot he's getting me, well I embellish a little, but so what. "Ohh..*Sean*.."
I take his mouth again and we start grinding against each other at a fast pace. I break away, panting and start to suck on his ear lobe. "I wanna fuck you, Sean."
He sighs heavily and says "What the fuck am I doing?", more to himself than me, but I answer anyway.
"You're doing what you want to do.." I bite down gently on his lobe. My voice is a husky whisper. "Come on Sean..for Ireland?" I let the amusement be heard in my voice and he laughs.
"You're a sick fuck, you know that O'Reilly?"
"Of course." I state and start kissing his throat. "But that doesn't give me my answer."
He arches his neck back and groans softly. "Yeah..do it.."
I smile triumphantly and take his lips in a bruising kiss. I rub his straining cock through his pants and undo the button before trailing down the zipper. His hands go to my pants and he starts to pull them down.
I turn him around to face the wall as I push his underwear down to meet his pants. I lick at his neck after spitting on my fingers and enter one into his ass. He spreads his legs apart and groans at my finger as it pushes deeper in. I add a second one and he gasps. I see his hand working his hard cock and I push it away.
"You don't come till I tell you."
He groans in protest, but complies. I slip my fingers out of him and take my leaking cock out of my boxers. I spread the pre-cum up and down it and position myself for entry. Sean's hands are up against the wall, bracing himself.
I suddenly realize that we have been gone for a while and I better hurry up. The last thing either of us need is for someone to show up. I start to push into him and we both moan. He's so hot and tight and I can't believe how damn good this feels. It's been a long time since I've gotten any I don't even care about the fact that I'm getting so hot over this man.
I push in more and more as his tight ass encases my cock. I'm all the way in and have to stop for a minute or else this would all be over right here. Sean is panting and pushing back, wanting it now. I have to smile at that.
I nibble at his ear and start moving my hips. He's moving back as I thrust forward. I rest one hand on his hip and with the other I start pumping his cock.
"Harder O'Reilly.."
I briefly think that I shouldn't listen, that he has no right to ask for that while I'm the one doing the fucking, but damn it all it's what I want too, so I don't say anything.
I start slamming into him with all my strength all the while milking his cock.
"God..oh shit Ryan.."
"Nuhh..come on Sean..let it go"
He lets out a hoarse cry and I bury my face in his shoulder as I thrust hard a few more times, then come harder than I could ever remember. I pull out of him and tuck myself back in. I pick up my pants and pull a tissue out of my pocket to clean my hand up with.
He turns slowly and rearranges his clothes back into place. We stare at each other and I suddenly kiss him hungrily again. I smile against his lips and tease, "Regrets Sean?"
"This didn't happen O'Reilly." He steps away from the wall and starts to walk out of the gym.
"Sure, sure." I grin, knowing that neither one of us were convinced by that denial. Looks like Ryan O'Reilly just got his sex life back.
Three strikes, you're out. Not today, man. Today I had a fuckin' home run.
The End.
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