Chapter 306 - Right by You (1/2)
Ry ġrȯȧnėd as he rolled over and nearly fell off the couch. His hands flew to his head as he tried to lift it. ”Fuck...” He muttered. ”What the fuċk did I- Fuck...” His memories of the day before came crashing back.
The day before
”You made it... I'm surprised you could take time out of your busy day to see me...” Andre said crossing his arms over his ċhėst to match his already tightly crossed legs.
Ry sent him a crooked smile. ”What, no warm greeting for me today?” He pulled out the barstool beside the other man.
Andre shrugged, pressing his bottom lip out in a pout. ”Why would I? You are only 'ere to use me again, no doubt... What is it you need this time? Why not make it easier on da both of us?”
Ry reached out and lightly pinched the man's cheek. ”Ah, don't be like that. You know you're special to me.”
Andre arched a brow. ”Really? More special dan da gringo you were here with the last time.” When Ry hesitated, Andre's brows shot up. ”You're 'ere with him now aren't you?!”
Ry let out a sigh. ”Yes, him and his bride to be... What of it?” He sent Andre a charming smile. ”You're not going to punish me for doing my job, are you?”
Andre studied him skeptically for several long seconds. ”No... I suppose not...”
Ry's smile widened. ”Good, now that that's out of the way...” He caught Andre's hand and tugged him toward him for a kiss, and Andre melted against him.
Andre arched his brow as he watched Ry lift his phone and check it for what had to be the hundredth time in the past hour. ”Your job?” He said knowingly.
Ry frowned. ”No... but you can never be too safe...” He forced a smile and leaned back in his chair. ”What do you say we get out of here?”
Andre blew out a sigh. ”Very well...” He pushed up from the table. ”My place... I suppose...”
Ry chuckled as he rounded the table and caught the man's hand. ”Only because I like the cozy atmosphere you've created there so much.”
Andre rolled his eyes. ”Because you don't want your job to catch you...”
Ry arched a brow as a smile curved his lips. ”Is that jealousy I'm detecting?”
Andre rounded on him; fists planted on each hip. ”Can you blame for after what 'appened last time?!”
Ry stepped closer cupping Andre's smooth chin as he brought his lips down to hover over Andre's. ”I don't know what you're talking about. Nothing happened last time...”
”Exactly!” Andre snapped, his bottom lip puckering again.
”Why don't we go change that then?” Ry said as he lowered his lips to Andre's.
Andre let out a defeated huff. ”I cannot refuse you... You know dat...”
As soon as the door to the familiar townhouse was shut, Ry was already kicking off his shoes and working loose the buŧŧons of his shirt.
Andre frowned as he made his way to the kitchen. ”At least 'ave a drink first...”
Ry followed the petite man to the tidy kitchen. He placed a hand on the counter on either side of Andre's slight frame. he bent and placed a teasing kiss on the back of his neck. ”You know I don't drink...”
”Well, I do...” He mȯȧnėd as he paused, his hand halfway to the wine glasses.
Ry reached up and plucked the glasses from the shelf not taking his mouth away from the other man's neck. ”One glass.”
”One glass...” Andre repeated in distracted agreement as he pressed himself against the growing bulge pressing into his back.
Ry's hand slipped around Andre's narrow waist and pulled his dress shirt free from his slacks. He tugged Andre's mouth around to meet his seeking lips as he popped the buŧŧons free. He let his hand trail slowly from the sharp curve of Andre's jaw down his narrow neck and to the hard bud of his nɨppŀė as he slid his other hand over the bulge pressing against the tight slacks. ”Hum... It's been such a long time for me...” Ry murmured between hot, sloppy kisses.
Andre leaned against Ry's thick ċhėst, mȯȧning and biting into his own bottom lip as Ry continued to stroke him through his slacks. ”Papi...” He reached between them stroking the immense outline of Ry's ready ċȯċk.
”Tell me you want me.” Ry murmured huskily into his ear.
”I want you, Papi!”