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FAKE Fic: In A Jam [NSFW]

Title: In A Jam
Fandom: FAKE
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: NC-17
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee’s idea of having a bit of adult fun during work hours causes problems for both Ryo and himself.
Word Count: 1159
Content Notes: Shameless smut.
Written For: Challenge 307: Jam at
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Once again a perfectly innocuous fic idea has been hijacked by one of my characters and turned into something else entirely…

“Will you stop messing about and zip me up?” Ryo hissed. “Either that or let me do it myself.”

“Hold your horses! I’m tryin’, but it’s jammed!”

Rolling his eyes, Ryo gave an exasperated sigh; Dee was such a comedian, but this wasn’t the time or the place. “That’s not funny, Dee!”

“I’m not tryin’ to be funny, I’m serious; the zipper’s stuck! Think I caught your shirt in it.”

“What?” Ryo shoved Dee’s hands aside and went to work on the problem himself. Sure enough there was fabric caught in the zipper’s teeth. “Dammit, Dee! This was your idea. It we get caught…” Ryo trailed off as he continued wrestling with the problem.

“Calm down; we’re not gonna get caught. When did you turn into such a pessimist?”

“When you started landing me in situations like this! We’ve been lucky so far, but it’s only a matter of time!”

“Here, let me give it another try; I’ve got a better view of the problem from down here.”

That was true enough since Dee was still on his knees in front of Ryo.

Naturally, this was all Dee’s fault; it always was. It had been an unusually slow day at the 27th precinct and Dee had been bored and horny, never a good combination. Ryo wasn’t entirely sure how his lover had persuaded him down to the file room in the first place; his memory of preceding events was a bit fuzzy.

He did remember the way Dee had propelled him backwards against a bank of filing cabinets, kissing him hungrily; he never could resist Dee’s kisses, no matter how determined he was not to give in to another of his partner’s harebrained ideas. But then before he’d known what was happening Dee had his pants unfastened and was dropping to his knees, his breath hot against Ryo’s erection through the thin cotton of his shorts, and how did Dee manage to get him so turned on with just a few kisses anyway?

What had followed had been a foregone conclusion; when Dee set his mind to something there was no stopping him, although by that point, the last thing Ryo had wanted was to stop. Dee’s tongue had been on him through his shorts, and then somehow the damp fabric was gone, replaced by the wet heat of Dee’s mouth, and Ryo’s brain had stalled, capable only of thinking ‘Yes!’ and ‘More!’

Dee had been in no rush, drawing out proceedings until Ryo’s knees had been ready to buckle and all that had been holding him up was the solidity of the file cabinets behind him, and his hands braced against his lover’s shoulders as the waves of pleasure intensified, carrying him helplessly towards orgasm.

Despite having his eyes closed he’d known Dee would be working himself to completion, and one tiny corner of his brain had dimly hoped his partner wouldn’t leave streaks of come on the cuffs of his pants this time. Then all thought had evaporated as his climax had washed over him, and he’d bitten his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure as he distantly heard Dee’s muffled groan, both of them coming within moments of each other.

Thankfully, Dee must have had the forethought to slip a pack of wet wipes into his pocket before persuading Ryo down here, because while he’d still been slumped against the file cabinet with his eyes shut, Ryo had felt something cool and moist against his spent cock, cleaning him up. Dee had obviously dealt with himself first, his pants were already zipped up when Ryo forced his eyes open, and he’d watched Dee drop the used wipe onto the floor with several others before beginning to fasten Ryo’s pants… Which was what had led to their current predicament.

Ryo lowered his hands and let Dee take over, trying once again to un-jam the zipper. He was keenly aware of how close Dee was, knew he should look away because seeing Dee down there he couldn’t keep himself from remembering what they’d just done and he was already getting turned on again, but his eyes were glued to the top of his lover’s head and he could feel the occasional brush of Dee’s knuckles against his growing erection.

“Hurry up, would you?” he hissed.

“Hey, I’m goin’ as fast as I can. You’re not exactly givin’ me much room to work here.” Dee glanced up, a broad grin on his face, and Ryo wanted to kick him; he was enjoying this way too much!

The seconds ticked by and Ryo got steadily harder from all the teasing, not quite accidental touches. He tried desperately to think of anything else; the victim in their latest murder case, the Chief yelling at them for unprofessional behaviour, that dumpster they’d had to dig through a couple of weeks back, but nothing helped.

“Ah, that’s got it!” Dee grinned triumphantly up at him, before realising that now the zip of Ryo’s pants wouldn’t fasten for an entirely different reason. “Oho! What have we here?”

“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself!” Ryo gritted out between clenched teeth. “This is your fault, so you’d better fix it, and fast, before someone decides they need a file.”

“My pleasure, babe, and yours too.” Dee winked as he reached to free Ryo’s cock from the confines of his shorts again.

A shudder passed through Ryo as Dee licked him slowly and sensuously before taking him deep, and he gave himself over to the second expert blowjob in less than half an hour, relishing the heat and suction, the flickering of Dee’s tongue over his sensitive flesh, the light graze of teeth along his shaft… Although he did his best to keep quiet, he couldn’t prevent the occasional gasp or grunt from escaping; everything Dee was doing to him just felt too good.

Ryo got the last laugh though; as he gazed down at his lover’s bobbing head through hooded eyes, he could see Dee palming himself through his pants, knew the precise instant Dee realised his mistake, fingers fumbling uselessly at his fly as he came in a flood before he could free himself, leaving a spreading wet patch on the front of his chinos.

“Now who’s in a jam? Serves you right,” Ryo panted as he came down from his own orgasm, helping himself to a wet wipe and cleaning up before zipping his pants closed, this time managing to avoid getting his shirt caught.

“Fuck!” Dee muttered, hurriedly untucking his shirt, hoping it would serve to conceal the evidence of his recent activities just long enough for him to get upstairs to the locker room where he could change into the jeans he kept there for emergencies. He flashed Ryo a sheepish grin. “See what ya do to me? Totally worth it though.”

Despite everything Ryo couldn’t disagree, but still…

“Never again, Dee. I mean it!”

Not until the next time.

The End

Tags: dee laytner, fake, fake fic, fan_flashworks, fic, fic: nc-17, fic: one-shot, ryo maclean

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