5 comments/ 12533 views/ 1 favorites Late Night Music Ch. 01 By: Lotus2660 Riley didn't realise what time it was. His eyes slowly opened, thankful they didn't have to adjust to bright glaring sunlight like they often always had to most mornings. He whimpered softly, feeling the background headache accumulate into a pounding throb at his temples. He drowsily sat up in bed, feeling his muscles ache from what little sleep he had and what a lot he drank the previous night. He couldn't even remember how many he had, but from his guess, a large amount from how rough he felt. He almost jumped a foot in the air as he felt a hand wrap itself around his wrist, stopping him from getting up to get dressed. "Come back to bed." A dim yet sultry voice told him. "I can't." He mumbled out tiredly, although inwardly wanting to stay – just to catch up with his sleep was all he felt like doing, let alone anything other than that. "Not even for a few minutes?" He only just realised how nauseous he felt. A tiny sick feeling sank into the pit of his stomach, but he knew it wasn't intending on staying there for very long. "Not when I've got to work and I'm running late." Who was that, that happened to be in bed with him anyway? He sharply turned round, finding himself gazing into a pair of bright, clear green eyes. "How did you get here?" "Don't you remember anything about last night?" The well-formed brunette gazed up at him seductively, running her hand up his slender yet slightly muscular arm. "How did you e-end up in my bed?" "You took me here." She smiled naughtily, her voice taking on a saucier tone. He ran his hands through his dark bangs, still failing to remember. "Now come on. Lie back down so we can carry on where we left off." She wrapped an arm around him, in an attempt to force him back down in amongst the bed sheets. "No." He sat on the edge of the bed, dead set on getting up. He might have already been trying to get out of his job, but it didn't mean he shouldn't work. "I've got to go to work...sorry." It wasn't long before Riley found it impossible to work. It didn't help when he had a pounding headache and an unsettled stomach, but the exhaustion and lack of sleep had settled in and he had to take time out. He fished around in his back pocket for the picture of Tamsyn – the fact that he'd gone and slept with someone else behind her back left him with a slight heaviness in the pit of his stomach. And it wasn't because he'd cheated on his own girlfriend, of course not. It was because he was confused. Confused what to feel, confused what to be doing about it...so many things were sticking out in his mind and he didn't know how to go about dealing with it all. Maybe he was what he thought he was. Late Night Music Ch. 02 "Get on with your work," a chipper voice came from behind Riley, who sharply turned round to gaze up at the slender bodied young male that had stood behind him. He had a tidy mass of spiky platinum blond hair and small yet piercing emerald green eyes that met his bright blue orbs. "Y-you scared me." He breathed, relieved. "I couldn't do that to you now, could I?" Ryan was fairly well liked, especially with the ladies. He shook his head dimly, placing the picture back in his pocket. "I don't know why I carry it around for." "'Cause you love her, maybe?" Riley swept his hand over his forehead, feeling awful at trying to forget things whilst being at work. It was hard, of course, and had always been hard for him to differentiate between work and home life. "I feel odd and I don't know why." The blond frowned at his cryptic statement. "I know you might not ever get the same problem, but I feel bored with Tamsyn sometimes. It kind of makes me wanna do things that I really shouldn't do." He came over more concerned. "What sort of things are we talking here, Ri?" He loved shortening the brunette's name, and had always called him that since they first met – which meant going back a few years. He was sure his heart skipped a beat at the way Ryan called him that. He swallowed hard at the way in which the blond male gazed at him, and even when he looked away he was sure he could feel his eyes wandering down his body. But no, that was a silly assumption to make. Ryan had more of a way with girls. So did Riley, by the same token, but he didn't feel that much of a buzz when he took them back to his place after a night out. He certainly didn't feel that much of a buzz when they did other things together. And what if they did feel such things towards each other? At the very worst, they'd end up as pariahs. Having attraction and feelings for members of the same sex was considered unorthodox in their realm, if not forbidden. He had to really go over things with himself more, and he could only ever do that if he was alone. **** Riley hated the rain. It certainly didn't help when it got heavier and pelted down onto him – it spread through his dark hair and flattened it all the more. And it was cold. Shivering, he managed to get into his flat. Already exhausted from the cold, he felt his eyes get heavy and he sank into a deep sleep. Tamsyn hated the rain just as much as anyone else. She also hated it when the rain had accumulated within the clouds above the city, darkening the sky even more. She expected to finish work a little earlier, it being a Friday, and she was sure that her mates had already started to meet up in town. She called one of them to make sure. "...You're still getting ready, are you?" She wasn't too far from the flat. "No! No...I'm not bottling out. I'm up for going out, as long as everyone else is still on..." When she got in, her gaze inadvertently flitted to a small yet slender mass curled up in the bed sheets, and she gently parted the fairly long bangs either side of their head as she gazed into their closed eyes. Her heart stopped at realising it was Riley - and that he'd seemed to have caught a very bad chill. His breathing had gotten shaky from losing so much heat within his body and he looked completely exhausted as he lay there. She couldn't leave him there when he was tired through from the rain. At her guess, he was probably wet through. Bang went her night out. Tamsyn draped a relatively thick blanket over Riley, as he remained asleep in bed. All she could do was to stay with him until he awoke. She heard her mobile go off, and she answered it. "Oh. Hey." She noticed the young male stirring slightly from the sense of warmth, and she slid her fingertips through his dark bangs. "I don't think I can make it tonight. Something urgent came up..." Riley stirred more and his eyes slowly opened. "A-am I dead?" She smiled softly as she hung up. "Far from it." "Feels like I am." He weakly sat up, allowing his bright blue eyes to adjust a little more to the dim light. He felt thankful that she chose to switch the lamp on that was perched on the nightstand. He settled back down against the headboard, finding it too comfortable to get up from. He sat her up properly in bed and cupped her face with his hands either side. She gasped softly as he slid his thumbs under her eyes, wiping the areas clear from any fallen raindrops. He took hold of her hand, guiding it to his chest. The feel of her hand against him didn't create so much as a warm glow in his stomach, but he carelessly put that down to the assumption that he was still feeling a slight chill. Tamsyn inched closer to the young male, surprising him at her action. She softly cupped his face with her other hand, skimming her thumb over the contour of his cheekbone. She felt warmth inside her at her hand still pressed up against his broad chest. She rubbed a few of his damp bangs between her fingertips. "You're still a bit wet." She mumbled dimly. Riley's bright blue eyes softened into hers, as they moved closer together and crashed their lips against each other. He purred in pleasure at feeling her stroke him at the back of his head, tousling his dark hair gently. The way he was feeling was something he was used to time and time again. But it felt different, and he couldn't explain to himself how. He started to wonder what it'd feel like with another male... Their legs wrapped around each other as they moved together. He didn't know why he had images of Ryan coming to mind, but he did consider him attractive. And that was all he ever had to think of when making out with a woman. Late Night Music Ch. 03 Tamsyn opened her eyes, feeling the early morning sunlight flash across her eyelids. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her at the memory of what her and Riley had done the night before, and she was convinced that it was nothing more than a dream between them. She sleepily turned onto her side, feeling a warm yet soft body nestled up against her, and a flash of panic seized her at her gut. Who did she end up with anyway? To her relief, Riley lay asleep next to her, his arms wrapped around her waist and keeping her up against him. He seemed very relaxed, his chest slowly rising and falling from every breath he took. She smiled fondly, tousling his dark bangs, which made him flicker his eyelids and stir before settling again. In no way did she regret what they did -- it felt incredible, and the longer she thought about it, the more she wanted to stay with him. She'd hoped that their lovemaking had eliminated any uncertainty between them. A wave of nausea hit her stomach, but she chose to ignore it as Riley stirred more and hazily opened his eyes, revealing two bright blue pools. "Hey." He drowsily mumbled, relaxing more as he realised he'd been sleeping with her all night. He'd spent so many nights at work, and he'd resorted to almost camping out in the workshop under his desk. "Hey," she loved staring into his eyes, "late morning start for you, is it?" "You could say that." He watched her get up out of bed and rub her eyes when she sat up. If only they would've stayed in bed for longer. At least that way he would've been able to have more time to work out those difficult feelings. "Well, I have to get ready for work now." "You want me to drive you there?" He offered. Even if their relationship was under some form of strain, he was able to tell when Tamsyn didn't feel like using the bus to get into work. And anyway, it would've strengthened their connection that he felt was so close to waning. She shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll be ok." After they parted, Riley stayed in bed, not really knowing what he should be doing. He hated work, and in his honest opinion, he couldn't care less if his job came to an end. Every single employee was going at some stage, so why unnecessarily drag the whole process out? He checked his mobile, noticing a few messages had come through. His boss would be less than thrilled at knowing where he was. But hopefully, Ryan had covered for him in that respect. "HI MATE. TOLD THE BOSS U WILL B IN LATER. HOPE EVERYTHING IS OK. RYAN." Really and truly, a job was a job, and he still had to go back to it. Business as usual, was what they all called it. **** Riley knew he had to go back to work. Ryan came across him sprawled out in his chair by his station. "Something tells me you've come down with something." He was hoping if anything, he'd caught the love bug. "Why do you say that?" He smirked. "Because you don't seem to wanna work." "That's because I don't wanna be here." "Come on, mate...what is it you're not telling me?" "I can't tell you. Not here, anyway." "Then we'll go out somewhere after where you can tell me..." Ryan placed a hand on his shoulder. "How does that sound?" "Can I not tell you in private?" He swallowed hard. He considered Riley a friend, maybe more...but he knew he shouldn't take advantage of the young male by confessing to him how he felt towards him. His feelings were all over the place and he seemed ridden with guilt. "Break isn't for another twenty minutes. We'll go somewhere private where you can tell me, ok?" He nodded dimly. "Good." **** When the time came for them to have their break, Ryan led Riley into the male toilets, where he knew they would both be alone. "Now take your time." "I-I don't think I love her anymore." "I don't know what to say..." Ryan placed his hands on Riley's shoulders, trying to be comforting but inwardly his body was screaming to let him know how he felt towards him. "Ri, I am so sorry things hadn't worked out between you." "It isn't as though neither of us tried." He admitted. "But I'm trying and trying so hard, and it's all coming to nothing." "Why do you think that is?" The brunette swallowed hard, in an attempt to quell the sobs he knew were coming. "'C-cause I'm in love with someone else...someone I know I shouldn't." "Ri, ssh..." His friend wrapped his arms around him. "It's ok. You don't need to say it, it's ok now." He wanted to say it anyway. "I do like you, but..." "And I really, really like you." He placed an index finger under his jaw, forcing him to gaze into his emerald eyes. "Ryan," he started, "no." He wanted to deny he ever felt anything towards him, as he knew it was wrong for their sort, but inside he knew that all of his Christmases had come at once. The blond male pressed his lips to his, and a warm buzz went to both of them. He took hold of his small hips, pulling them up against his own. To him, the feeling seemed natural. He withdrew his lips from his, before pressing them down onto them again and then gently suckled on his lower lip. Riley was aware of what was going on, but he didn't dislike it. "I've felt something for you for a very, very long time, Ri..." Ryan cupped his face with a hand, skimming a thumb over the slight smudge of oil at his cheek. "And I know full well that you like me." The boldness in his voice reflected that of what they were both doing. It was all just...so naughty. It was against their way of life and against everything they stood for, and to defy that felt surprisingly strange -- maybe even surprisingly, pleasurably strange. He whimpered dimly, as their lips connected again. He mentally told himself to think back to Tamsyn, and think back to the previous night where they drove each other crazy. "She's not worth worrying about." He interrupted his thoughts perceptively. He spoke tenderly, his hand sliding along his back with his other one making its way down his thigh. Even in the slightly loose-fitting trousers with the elastic just about clinging to his waist, he looked sexy. "You and I together makes perfect sense." Riley gasped softly as Ryan drew his touch back up his leg and lifted it so that it wrapped around his waist. He felt lucky no one else had come in and seen them in such a compromising position. "And you know it does." Late Night Music Ch. 04 Riley had started to get very nervous around Ryan, ever since their small moment together in the toilets during break. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he knew who it was. "You and Ryan were back late off your break." A stony voice warned him. "I-I know..." He tried to get on with his work, knowing that it wasn't working. "Didn't realise the time. Sorry." "I-it was my fault, sir." Ryan chipped in, understanding the situation. "There was something I wanted to talk to him about – without realising the time." Riley felt the hand loosen and then remove itself from him. A wave of relief crashed over him. "You're already on a warning for this." "I know...but I won't let it happen again." Ryan admitted. Riley gazed over at the young male. "Y-you didn't have to stick up for me." He shrugged. "You're a mate. That is what mates do." He went back to what he was doing. "Thought I was more than that a few minutes ago." "You are." He came up to him, well aware that standing around and engaging in idle chat was something that was frowned upon during work time. Something that was also frowned upon was talking about things outside of work during work time. "Look, how about you come back to mine later?" "For what?" His eyes flitted to him steadily. Ryan smiled softly. "For a chat." **** The two males sat in Ryan's lounge. They were nestled up together, simply engaging in informal conversation. It wasn't long before the platinum blond wanted more than just that. Ryan inched closer to Riley, placing a finger under his jaw to tilt his head up so their lips could meet. He closed his eyes as their mouths connected, moaning deeply at the feel of their tongues playfully sliding together. Unusually pleasant tastes entered Riley's mouth as his tongue shyly delved into Ryan; they were almost sweet and sugary and he found himself craving more of what he was offering him with. "Good...that feels good..." Ryan gasped out, as the other male pushed him down onto the sofa and positioned himself over him. He felt something press into the spot in between his legs, and he arched his back at the sensation. "Mmmm..." He was sure the brunette had experience with other males in a past life. Riley squeezed him there over and over, feeling the ever-growing hardness cause his trousers to feel a little tight. He moved a hand to the dominant male's head, stroking him through his dark hair tenderly. "Ri...take them off..." He secretly enjoyed Ryan's request to be relieved, and he moved his hand to the single button on his trousers, dexterously unbuttoning it and then allowing them to slide down his legs. Ryan gasped softly at Riley stroking him down one thigh. He moved his leg further apart, as he gazed up at him dimly. "L-let's go to bed together..." "And do what?" "I think you know." **** There was never a better time to make love than in the evening. Small, dainty tea lights adorned the highly set shelves with their flames flickering against the neutrally painted walls of the bedroom. "Wow," the brunette breathed, "I see it's something you obviously planned for." "Well..." Ryan entered the room and slipped his work clothes off. "It's something I've felt ready for, for quite some time..." He looked to see Riley standing by the room's doorway, a shy look forming on his face. Neither of them had ever attempted to do something so unorthodox, something that was considered unnatural to many. Riley shivered slightly, although he did his own guesswork on that and assumed he was cold. After all, it was a slightly chilly night. The blond went over to him, taking hold of his hands and towing him into the room. "I know you're feeling very shy, Ri," he placed his hands on the loopholes of his trousers, hence pulling them down, "but you don't have to feel that way right now." He couldn't help but admire his slender yet subtle curves as he stripped him. The flames' movement danced against the contours of his waist and hips, giving his fair flesh a flatteringly rich glow. His beauty blew him away, and it was calling for him to do something about the growing excitement between his legs. Their bodies mirrored each other perfectly when they pressed together in the soft light. The blond male gently rested an index finger under the other's jaw, tilting his head up so their eyes could meet. He could tell he was frightened – frightened of either ending up hurt or possibly frightened of not knowing what to expect. "It's ok," he reassured him, soothingly, "I know this is all new to you." Riley's bright, blue eyes looked to him unsurely. The other guided him over to the bed. "What if I go wrong somewhere?" "You won't 'cause you can't." He placed his hands on his strong shoulders and pressed his lips to his. They both closed their eyes and he slid his tongue along the other's lower lip, demanding access. "Just do what you feel is natural." He freely obliged, and felt an immediate flush go to his cheeks. The entry was surprising and unexpected, but peculiarly nice. The other glided his tongue against the other that greeted him within, and began to devour the sweet flavours that awaited him. They carefully withdrew, as other things started to come to mind. "Tonight...do you want it?" He anxiously cast his gaze away, prompting a hand to place itself on his thigh and its thumb to caress the soft, smooth skin. "I-I guess so..." "I won't hurt you." He reassured him. "And it'll be the best thing you'd ever feel." He laid the other male down on the soft bed, ensuring he felt comfortable. "It might turn out to be even better than any other time with Tamsyn." He still seemed unsure. And he and Tamsyn had quite mind-blowing sex together. They knew each other's hotspots and how to turn each other on. Ryan hung over Riley's slender legs, straddling them. He felt pleasure burn at his pelvic muscles at the thought of their bodies connecting, and it was something he could no longer hold off. He wanted to make their first time together as pleasurable as he could.