The Start

From your Author: 

I have had readers comment or email me not wanting Ryan and Niki to hookup. I do understand because they have read Robby and Ryan. The two in this story have the same names but are written as fictional characters who are the same but so different from the Chancellor’s you think of. RJC.        

Niki’s POV

I honestly didn’t think he’d say yes and I don’t know why I expected that after more than two years his pillow would still smell like him. With Dean I never knew that the last time would be the last time; thought there’d be another. Ryan was willing to give me one last night with Dean. “You can close your eyes, Niki, if you need.” He’d said that.

He had a room never used because he spent the night shooting. We walked in holding hands and he followed me to mine. I don’t know what was on his mind but I sure as hell knew what was on mine as I put out the DND sign putting the night latch on the door. Ryan walked to the phone and asked the desk if they’d bring his bag to 307, then hung up.

I watched him pull the buttons from his sleeves then the shirt kicking his shoes off, and drop his pants like it was any other time. All of this with his back to me. He was going commando and looked down on himself before looking and turning to me. “I need a shower, Girl,” he said walking past me.

RJ had confidence Dean didn’t. What do I do? Was that his idea of innovation? The casual way he did that? I took my clothes off and looked at him in the shower. His back was to me and I was so reminded of the first shower with Dean, the way his hair hung over his neck, the taper of his shoulders, and that ass. He was scrubbing his face to rid himself of the makeup when my hands went to his chest and my lips touched his back.

I did close my eyes. The feel of Dean ran through my body, the feel of Ryan allowing my fantasy to continue, he turned, turning me in his arms. Lips were on my neck as hands ran over my body, between my legs without invading, up my front in a way a boy might for the first time. He nipped the back of my earing then set both in the tray and my ear became the object of his attention.

His hands gently cupped my breasts; the slightest tingle on my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. I could feel his front to my back, his swelling making its way between my legs, and his breathing getting stronger in my ear. He was bigger than Dean when soft and was bigger hard. I reached behind with both hands to feel Dean’s ass again, my Farm boy’s, ass.

As much as I knew it could have happened, us fucking in the shower, Both Dean and Ryan had far too much class for that. We eventually did shower for real and I was wearing his dress shirt when he came up behind me. How did he know? He put his arms around me from behind and started to sway back and forth. How did he know?

He wore no cologne, no smell of any kind other than the one that came from his body and the shirt I wore. It was intoxicating.

He spoke the words with no music. “You’re looking kind of lonely girl, would you like someone new to talk to?” His body was in perfect time, again like a boy, like Dean was the first time. And his mouth found my ear again.

“I’m feeling kind of lonely too and if you don’t mind, can I hold you a while?” One finger twirling in my bellybutton and his lips moving to the other ear. YES.

I turned in his arms, touched his chest, and softly guiding him to the bed because this wasn’t about him, wasn’t about what he thought he knew and wasn’t about recreating what was. For me, it was what an interlude that never had a chance to happen, us knowing how much we loved each other, showing and feeling it, what could have been the last time.

Ryan’s feet were on the floor but the rest of him was sprawled on the bed. I straddled him, put my hands on his chest, looked deep in his eyes, then closed mine.

“You’re gonna tear me up, aren’t you, City Girl?” He asked.

I backed up and started licking my way from his ankle never answering his question. I took a half-hour making my way past the second act following a path to his neck. He moved away, “No you don’t.” I knew it without saying.

He rolled us over and now he was on me; his strength catching me by surprise. Ryan started with my lips and a kiss that showed no urgency but so much love. I kissed him back. Then his attention turned to my ears, neck, and just one swipe of his tongue over my nipples as he continued the journey that I started on his ankles. Ryan was or had experience, that Dean lacked. He took control and I was at his mercy, just along for the star attraction ride.

I don’t know how much time passed as we battled for dominance but he let me win being on top of him? I straddled his middle and we looked at each other with open eyes. I did what I never had the chance to do. I said the words in my head as my hands rested on his chest.     

It was so easy to slide down a little, the angle of his curve, positioning perfect, there was no stopping until he was buried as deep as he could go inside me. It had been a long while; being filled like only something perfect can. I knew he was looking at me and pulled my hand over his forehead knowing his eyes would close, “You don’t need to see this.”

I rode him for about twenty seconds, maybe ten slow strokes, and I flooded the bed. I opened my eyes long enough to see the smile on his face with eyes still closed. He knew. With number one out of the way, I could do a little more selfish shit like pinching his nipples as I let him drop from me only to reclaim him again. He rubbed his hands over our lower halves that I’d soaked; it was a little embarrassing; pre-mature ejaculation and all.

There came a point where Ryan felt he’d filled my need and now it was his turn to fill whatever fire burned in him. He rolled me over, opened his eyes to look at me looking back at him, “Just say NO, Niki.” I closed my eyes.

He pulled me down a little resting my ankles on his shoulders running his still hard shaft from my bellybutton halfway up my back scooping the cum he dumped in me for lube. This is what I wanted, Dean was the only one who took me like that, showed me how it could be.

I didn’t even feel him enter, didn’t feel my knees pushed further next to my ears. I did feel the long, hard, strokes, slamming my insides. It’s not like I wasn’t vested in this, I pushed and pulled, sucked and convulsed around his dick with my ass, and we both had our eyes open with a smile on our lips. I will say, Ryan, knows how to use what he has. I felt him unload and he came down on me; I got the last of his strength, he’d been working for over twenty hours. He was out.

His weight was heavy atop my body and I smiled. I hope he didn’t think of himself as a whore, simply to fill my needs; be used by me. He was still deep inside, a feeling of satisfaction ran through me, I rolled us over and rode him a little as he slept. I pulled off with him never noticing, cleaned myself than him, then wondered. Do I go to bed? Ryan took up half of it. Was this part of ‘sharing the night together?’

I woke up alone, still feeling full but empty. It was like the night never happened, Ryan and all evidence of him was gone, except what was left in me. My phone was on, fuckin, fire.

Ryan was so smooth. Someone had pictures of us walking holding hands and then going into the Lions. It was a Skype-conversation, Don Lemon. “Hey, Don.”

“Hey, Ryan. Care to comment?”

“Really? There’s nothing to comment on. We cut the last seine, I’d been up for over a day. What the fu... Don?”

“Just so you know; the worlds on fu….. fire for you.”

Ryan was laughing, he couldn’t catch his breath, “I have the world on fire?” I listened as I washed off, dumped what he left in me, put on a pad, and was downstairs in minutes.

They both looked at me as I held my phone like I was working. “There she is,” and I was on camera.

Ryan held out his hand and what choice did I have but pull up a chair and take it.

“Niki, you look extremely well.” And he smiled.

“Thanks, Don. This guy has been working too hard. He doesn’t know when to stop.” I assured.

“Well Niki, some pictures surfaced. You guys are on most of the front pages around the country.”

“Well, Dick.” And she laughed. “As we all know; can’t always believe what you see, hear, smell, touch, or read. If it isn’t clear; this man is hopelessly devoted to his husband, it’s really something to see. I know what sells papers, the smut, love triangle, that’s not the case here.” And I looked at Ryan looking at me.

“What I will share is this; I love him to pieces. I love his husband, the other men my son calls Daddy; And that includes you, Dick. I’ve let yesterday go, Ryan, is not Dean Cooper. I think Dean, given time, would have grown into a man much like the one I sit next to today.”

“You guys have to come for New Year’s,” Don demanded.

Ryan laughed remembering back. “Last New Year’s, sucked a big one Don; Pun intended.”

Don didn’t smile as he looked past us. “Mr. and Mrs. Cooper.” And we both turned around.

“Is this what it’s like? You have dinner at our table than talk about it on the News?” Mom was pissed. I ran a finger across my throat to Don and went to Mom.

From the Writer:

This chapter needed to happen so the stage could be set for the next few chapters. Good, bad, or indifferent, life happens and plays out the way it does. RJC.