"Uh...uh...uh...Ethan!"
Ryan shouted as his back arched and he experienced the most intense orgasm of
his life. Wiped out from the force of is orgasm, he got up, padded to the
bathroom and jumped into the shower. Fuck! Someone else is going to have to
take over this mission. I'm compromised and won't be able to keep from grabbing
Ethan and fucking him into oblivion. He finished up his shower, shaved, dressed
and reported to work. Knocking on his boss's door frame, he entered the office
and sat down.
"Come
on in and have a seat, Ryan." Duncan responded to his lack of courtesy.
"You obviously have something on your mind. What's up?"
"Someone
else is going to have to be assigned to case 2132-RE-2. I've been
compromised."
Duncan
raised a startled eyebrow. "How so? Just because you had a minor
interaction with a local doesn't mean you're compromised."
"What
if, by stopping him from getting hurt when he passed out, I altered the
timeline even further. What if he was supposed to get hurt somehow?"
"How
do you know that saving him from being injured prevented an alteration to the
timeline?"
"I
don't."
"So
how are you compromised?"
"I've
fallen in love with the guy I met in the past. Ethan."
"Holy
shit! Are you sure about this?"
"I'm
going to be blunt here. I want to bend him over every surface in his shop and
fuck him until he can't walk straight."
Duncan
looked at Ryan like he had six heads. "Wait. What?"
"Duncan,
you've known for years I don't just play for the other team, I'm their fucking
captain." Ryan responded with a slight annoyance.
"Well,
color me stupid. I mean, I knew you were gay, but I guess it just didn't sink
in until now. What a fucking mess! What the hell are we gong to do about
this?"
"I
don't know," Ryan whispered.
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Ethan took a
walk down the long dock and sat on the edge looking out over the small
tree-surrounded lake. What the hell is
happening to me? I don't even know Ryan, but I can't get him out of my head. I
want him to bend me over every surface in the shop and fuck me until I can't
walk straight. That's not me. I made Joey wait almost a year before I'd let him
fuck me. What is it about Ryan? I don't know how to contact him to talk with
him. He said he might have something
for me to restore, but there's no guarantee it'll happen. What do I do about
this? I'm at a total loss. I must have whacked off three times last night
thinking about him.
As dusk
began to settle he decided to go get a pizza and some beer and watch some
mindless television in hopes of it taking his mind of Ryan.
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Ryan was not
so lucky. After dinner he tried to watch a movie, but the male lead character
reminded him of Ethan. This is fucking
ridiculous. I need to figure out what to do. Countless scenarios played
through his head until he finally settled on one. He decided that the best
course of action was to confront the situation head-on. That meant another trip
back in time. Probably not the best course of action, but he couldn't come up
with any alternatives. The timeline was still skewed, but it didn't seem to
have changed anything in his present time. He felt that somehow, the alteration
had to do with Ethan Evans. He needed answers, and the only way to get them was
to go back in time and talk with Ethan. His dick was definitely on board with
that idea as it rose to full mast and demanded attention as it did anytime Ryan
thought of Ethan.
Slipping
into the darkened control room Ryan was thankful that there would be no one
there that late at night. Swiping his access card he activated the travellator
control console and pulled up the trip logs. Okay, so that's how Liam fucked up. He transposed two coordinates. The
question is, which are the right ones? He studied them for a few minutes
then picked one at random. He entered them into the computer, stepped into the
travellator and in a few seconds materialized inside Ethan's shop, who had
decided to lose himself in his work. Hearing a noise behind him and spun around
quickly to see Ryan standing there and promptly fainted.
"Not
again," Ryan muttered as he jumped to catch the unconscious man. Guiding
him down to the floor, Ryan sat there gently holding Ethan. Unable to help
himself, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of Ethan's head.
A few
seconds later Ethan regained consciousness. Looking up at Ryan he asked,
"who are you?"
"I'm
Ryan. Remember we met the other day when I came in to ask you about your
restoration work?"
"No, I
mean who are you? Why can't I get
you out of my mind?" Ethan asked, bewildered.
"Probably
for the same reason I can't get you out of my mind." Ryan bent down and
brushed his lips across Ethan's. Ethan responded by grabbing the back of Ryan's
neck and deepening the kiss, opening his mouth to invite Ryan's tongue to come
out to play. This goes against all
temporal laws regarding interaction with people from the past, but I don't
care. He twisted Ethan around and pulled him into his lap, their hard cocks
rubbing against each other. Both men moaned as they rubbed against each other
and did battle with their tongues.
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