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Imprisoned - 17. The End

One Year Later

I wake up to the smell of bacon and fresh coffee wafting into my nostrils. The sun is streaming through the pulled drapes casting that beautiful morning glow that I love so much. Rudy rests his head on my knee, laying in a little ball beside me.

"Hey there Rudy doo. You have a good rest?" I pat him between the ears and he gives a long yawn, shaking his head.

"Where's Daddy?" I ask. He perks his ears up and cocks his head to the side before standing up and jumping off the bed, disappearing into the hallway.

I stand up and give out a long stretch, groaning at my aching muscles. I shuffle over to the dresser and pull out a pair of jockey shorts, pulling them on before making my way out of the bedroom and down the hall.

The hardwood floors were cool against my feet, signaling that fall was here, regardless of the morning sunshine in the Pacific Northwest which was a rarity this time of year.

As I approach the kitchen I can hear a skillet sizzling pleasantly and the sound of voices coming from the TV.

"It's been just over a year since the terrorist attack on LA. The Pacific Republic and The United States have begun entering peace agreements, with plans to reunite the two countries once again. President Dubois and President Hanover are in meetings with congress from both nations, going over agreements and terms. A poll shows that eighty percent of Republic citizens are in favor of reunification, given the threat this new terrorist organization brings-"

"How can you watch that?" I ask sitting at the breakfast bar.

"C'mon! Doesn't reunification excite you just a little bit." Ryan asks, shooting me a grin.

"I can think of something that excites me a little more." I wiggle my eyebrows at him and he gives me a wolfish grin.

"Drink your coffee casanova, then we'll talk" Ryan gives me a wink, placing a mug of dark liquid in front of me.

"I'll down this whole damn cup, don't tempt me." I tease, giving him a sly grin.

He arches an eyebrow at me, giving me one of those crooked smiles before turning around tensing to the bacon.

"Are you excited to see Cody?" He asks.

I smile as I take a drink of my coffee. "I am. I've missed that little shit."

"I'm sure he's missed you too-shit." Ryan accidentally drops a piece of bacon and Rudy gobles it, licking his chops happily.

"Is that good bacon? Huh boy?" Ryan kneels down and pets him between the ears, his tail wagging with excitement.

"You spoil him." I grin as Rudy licks him on the face.

“That’s because he’s my boy. Huh Rude Rude? Yes you're my boy.” Rudy gives out a low bark and Ryan chuckles, standing back up and facing the skillet once again.

I take a drink of my coffee and peer over the breakfast bar at his perfectly toned ass being hugged by the jogger sweats he's wearing. My cock begins to stir, and I shuffle uncomfortably on my stool before making a frustrated noise and pushing myself away from the bar. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around him giving him delicate kisses on his shoulder blade, running my hands down his sides until they're resting on his hips.

"Baaabe." He groans with a chuckle.

"Baaabe." I repeat back to him, pushing my now rock hard erection into his ass.

He lets out a soft moan as I move to kissing him on the neck, nibbling on that little patch of skin just below his ear that I know drives him nuts. He moans again, grabbing my hand and resting it on his thick cock which is now tenting his sweats.

I let out a pleased moan as I begin massaging him through the fabric, his cock getting harder at the attention.

He whips around, the lust clear in his eyes. He places his hands on my chest and forces me back into the kitchen island behind me, crashing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss that makes my whole body tingle. I part my lips to let his tongue sneak its way into my mouth and moan into his mouth as he thrusts his hand into my shorts, wrapping his hand around my length. His other hand is everywhere. On the back of my neck, on my chest, tweaking my nipple which forces a groan of pleasure out of my mouth that is quickly devoured by his mouth.

He releases my cock from his grasp and drops my shorts in one fluid motion, cupping my ass in his meaty hands. He begins kneading at my ass with his hands before sliding them down to the back of my thighs and hoisting me up onto the counter. I give out a delighted chuckle and wrap my arms around his neck, stealing more of those intoxicating kisses.

He begins kissing me down my chest and I gasp as he flicks his tongue against one of my barbells, nibbling my nipple between his teeth. I grab a fistful of his hair and growls in pleasure as I pull lightly. As he starts kissing me down my stomach he pauses at my scar, giving it delicate kisses which leave me whimpering.

"I came so close to losing you that day." He whispers.

"But you didn't." I reply breathlessly.

He moves lower, dropping to his knees and resting his hands on my thighs. He drapes my legs over his muscular back and begins planting kisses on the inside of my thigh, making me squirm and moan. I hear him chuckle softly, reveling in my torture, and I let out a frustrated growl. He moves one of his hands to grip my cock, running his thumb over my slit, collecting some pre-cum. He brings his thumb to his lips and moans at my taste, a lust and fire igniting behind his eyes that makes my cock ooze even more.

He grips my thighs and pulls me closer to the edge of the counter, spreading my cheeks and spitting on my hole before sliding his tongue over it.

I moan and buck my hips, but Ryan places a firm hand on my pelvis and keeps me still.

"I need you to be still baby." He growls in a husky tone that sounds so primal and manly that I thought I would cum right there.

"Fuck, easy for you to saaaa-" I let out another moan as he forces his tongue into my hole, the warm sensation traveling straight to my dick which dribbles out more pre-cum.

His scruff rubs against my cheeks, mixing with the warm sensation from his tongue and my cock gives a little jolt, but I didn't cum, thank god.

"Ryan." I moan.

He growls in response, the vibration traveling to my balls which constrict and a warm sensation begins forming in them. I was going to cum, but I didn't want to cum yet.

"Ryan, I'm gonna-im gonna." I moan and just like that he pulls away.

"Not yet." He stands up, bringing his sweats down and stepping out of them. His thick cock bounces out in front of him, the head glistening with pre-cum. He gently lowers my legs so I can wrap them around his waist and leans down, pressing his warm body against mine and claiming my mouth for another kiss.

"Ryan, I want you inside me." I whisper as he teases his cock against my hole, his pre-cum mixing with his saliva, creating a slick enough surface that I'm sure if given just the right amount of pressure would have his cock head sliding into me.

"Yeah? You want this?" He teases, sliding the head of his cock just past my entrance. I gasp and he pulls back, giving me an evil grin.

"Not… Fair." I pant.

He leans down and kisses me again, this time softer, and in the midst of our kiss he slides his cock back into me. I gasp and tighten my legs around his waist, bound and determined to keep him there. He slides in more and my muscle relaxes, letting him slide further in. He lets out a low moan which I steal with my lips, gliding my tongue against his.

"Fuuuck, you feel so good baby." He moans in just above a whisper.

"So do you." I reply.

He rocks his hips into me, burying his cock further in. I moan a little louder this time, reveling in the pleasure and fullness I was feeling of having him inside of me. Slowly he begins to quicken his pace, not too fast that it's aggressive but just the right amount to make it passionate and loving. His hand wraps around the back of my head, his eyes locked on mine. The lust behind his eyes is gone, instead he has this fire behind them, mixed with a caring and delicateness that has my breath hitching.

"You're so beautiful." He states, nuzzling his face into my neck.

His words mixed with his cock rubbing against my prostate sends me over the edge. I moan as rope after rope of cum shoots all over my stomach, leaving my balls spent and aching from the force of my release. Ryan quickens his thrusts, his breathing becoming more ragged. My hole is still pulsating around his cock from my orgasm, and he lets out a moan followed by a gasp as he reaches his climax. His cock engorges inside of me and then I feel it start to pulsate as he releases his warm cum deep in my hole.

He collapses on top of me, shuddering as his dick continues to throb and rests his head in the crook of my neck. I gently run my fingers through his hair, the both of us spent from the mind blowing sex we just had.

Something strange catches my nose, causing me to sniff the air slightly. Was something burning?

"Shit!" Ryan jumps off me and whips around to face the stove. He flicks the burner off and removes the skillet, tossing it in the sink and turning the faucet on.

"Oh no, the bacon." I give him an apologetic look.

"You owe me breakfast." He teases, pointing a fork in my direction.

"What? I don't count as breakfast?" I give him a sly grin.

He chuckles and moves over to me, lifting me off the counter and placing me gently on my feet. It still amazed me to this day how strong he was.

"You're more like the whole buffet babe." He gives me a gentle kiss and I smile against his lips.

"Still as corny as ever."

"It's why you love me." He smiles back.

"Hmm, among other things." I wink at him. I glance over at the clock on the microwave and give him a pat on the chest. "It's ten, Cody's flight lands at noon." I inform, separating from him against my body's wishes.

"I'm never gonna get tired of seeing that ass walk away from me." His tone is husky and my cock gives a little jolt, preparing for a second round. I give my ass a slap and disappear down the hallway, grinning stupidly to myself at how crazy I was over this man.

****

"Does it ever stop raining here?" I ask as we drive down the highway.

Elliott laughs and shakes his head. "Oh this isn't rain."

I gesture at the windshield where water droplets are collecting before being swept away by the wipers. "You don't call this rain?"

"No, this is just a drizzle."

I roll my eyes and chuckle. "Well whatever it is, it's annoying."

When we decided to move to Washington it was mainly because of the temperate climate, and also the fact that I wanted to live somewhere green. However, I didn't account for the fact that eight to nine months out of the year it was constantly overcast. Don't get me wrong, Washington was a gorgeous state, and living on one of the many islands that dotted the Puget Sound was pretty spectacular. I just missed the sun and the heat from time to time. Elliott suggested we move to Texas because he knew how much I missed it, but I wanted us to build a start somewhere new and somewhere we could both enjoy. To be honest I didn't care where we lived, as long as I had him that’s all that mattered.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He gives my leg a squeeze.

Somehow I didn't think that was going to happen, but I gave him a warm smile anyway.

We get to the ferry terminal and I pull up to the pay station, handing the man in the booth a ten dollar bill before he waves us through. We had made it just in time as they began directing cars onto the boat, waving their arms and pointing us towards a narrow opening off to the side just wide enough to fit our SUV. We parked and I killed the engine, stepping out of the car and taking a whiff of the crisp salty air. That was one of the things I loved about it up here, the air always seemed so clean and refreshing.

The ferry disembarked and we began coasting across the water, the boat cutting through the dark and glassy surface. I always loved riding on the ferry, something about it fascinated me. You would think having to commute to Seattle everyday to work by ferry would kill it for me, but so far it still hasn't.

I walk up the stairs to our left, Elliott close behind me. Once we reach the top of the landing he turns to me. “I’ll get us some coffee.” He says, giving me a quick kiss and then turning around to walk through the door that leads to the main waiting area.

I turn and walk toward the deck at the front of the ferry, the breeze blowing lightly against my face.

“Mom look! A seagull!” A little girl to my right shrieks excitedly. I smile and look at where she’s pointing, it wasn’t a seagull though.

“That’s not a seagull honey, it’s a hawk.” Her Mom informs, smiling down at her daughter.

“Oh.” Her face falls in disappointment.

“She likes seagulls.” The Mom says, noticing me observing their conversation.

"Coffee for you sir." I hear Elliott's voice and turn around to see him holding out a paper cup for me.

"Thanks." I grab the cup and take a sip, the bitterness hitting my tongue and causing me to make a slight face.

"Yeah it's not the best." Elliott laughs.

"This is worse than what we get at the station."

"Are all Seattle detectives coffee snobs?" He teases.

"This coming from the king of coffee snobs." I jab.

"I can't help that I have good taste." His chin gives a defiant tilt which makes me grin. I wrap an arm around his waist and direct him to stand in front of me, wrapping my arms around him and resting my chin on his shoulder.

Beyond the fog settling over the water the Seattle skyline starts to come into view, the tops of the many towers blanketed by a low cloud cover. Even with the gloomy weather it was a beautiful sight.

"This view never gets old." He gives a heartfelt sigh before taking a drink of his coffee. He gags slightly and his face pinches. "Oh god, that's awful."

I let out a hearty laugh and kiss him on the cheek. "My little coffee snob."

He scoffs. "You don't need to be a coffee snob to know that this stuff is a sin against the coffee gods."

I give another chuckle and look up at the sky as a plane fly's low overhead, turning in the direction of the city to make a landing. The sight brings my thoughts to Cody and his visit, something that Elliott has been looking forward to for months.

"Cody nervous about his interview?" I inquire.

Elliott takes another drink of his coffee and scrunches his face. "Yeah, I haven't seen the poor kid more nervous than when he took his Medical Boards."

I grin at that memory. That was just before I joined the team we were on. Before our world got flipped over on its head. I couldn't complain though, it led me to Elliott, the best thing to come out of my stint with the Republic Army.

"What's the name of the lab he's interviewing at?"

"Decker Labs."

I give out a low whistle. “Wow, Decker is a big deal. They have some of the best research scientists in the country."

"Yeah don't remind me." He groans.

I give a smirk and shake my head. "Still hurt that he jumped ship and became a Geneticist huh?"

"No I get it. It's what he's passionate about. Plus I think it keeps him preoccupied, especially after Alex." He explains.

My heart gives a little jolt at that, the memory of that night still fresh in my mind. After Alex's death Cody took a leave of absence, we didn't blame him, being betrayed by the woman you thought you knew and loved could damage you in ways that can't be explained. Though when he came back he announced that he was leaving Trauma behind and going in favor of Genetics, taking a fellowship at a research hospital in San Diego. Elliott was hesitant at first, but eventually he came around.

The ferry begins approaching the pier, and the captain announces everyone to return to their vehicles and prepare to disembark. As I'm reaching for the drivers side door, something heavy and soft hits me square in the back, making me grunt. I whip around to see what it was and notice a soccer ball rolling away from me. I place my foot on it to stop it, and kneel down scooping it up in my hands.

"Andrew! Jason! What have I told you about playing with that ball on the ferry?" A woman, probably no older than myself, scolds two sandy haired kids that couldn't be no older than ten. She turns her gaze to me with an apologetic expression. "I'm so sorry. We sign them up for soccer lessons and they seem to think they're David Beckham." She gives out a lighthearted laugh.

I give out a chuckle and approach them, kneeling down to the boys' level and handing one of them the soccer ball.

"We're sorry." They say, staring at the ground in embarrassment.

"It's okay. That was a strong kick, keep it up." I grin at them and they smile back.

"All passengers return to your vehicles for disembarkment." The overhead speaker blares out again.

"C'mon boys, lets go. Sorry again." She shoots me another remorseful look.

"It's no problem." I respond, as she ushers the two boys back to their car. I turn back around and head towards the car, climbing into the driver's seat and turning the engine over.

"What was that about?" Elliott asks with a half amused expression.

"Just boys being boys." I respond with a smile.

Between the interaction with the girl on the deck and the two boys this feeling started forming in my gut. It was like I felt something missing in my life. I had everything I ever wanted, I had Elliott and Rudy, a beautiful home and the career I had worked so hard for. So what was it?

"You know I think you look sexy when deep in thought, but I think people are going to get pissed if we don't move soon."

"Hmm?" I turn my gaze towards him, eyes slightly wide. The sound of a horn blares, making us both jump. I stick my hand out the window and wave apologetically before slowly driving off the boat and onto the pier.

"Wow, you must have really been gone there." Elliott has an amused tone, raising his eyebrows. "What were you thinking about?" He probes, poking me in the side.

What was I thinking about? Something crazy apparently, because the idea of having a child didn't seem so bad. In fact, it sounded kind of nice. I could already picture Elliott fussing with the nursery decorations, us setting the crib up together, signing up our kid for little league, or whatever they wanted to do. The prospect actually excited me, making me feel things that I didn't know existed until now.

"Hellooo? Earth to Ryan." Elliott laughs, wiggling my ear lobe with his index finger.

"What?" I ask, giving him a confused look.

"Are you okay? Your acting strange, I keep telling you that bacon every morning is not a sufficient breakfa-"

"Do you wanna have kids?" I blurt out, interrupting him. He gives me a blinking expression, his mouth still open mid sentence.

"With you?" He asks, finally breaking the silence.

"No, the mailman-of course with me." I reply with a chuckle.

He chuckles. "No I just mean, you've never mentioned wanting to have kids."

"I would like to have it be open for discussion." I state in a hopeful tone.

Elliott gives me an endearing smile and places his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers together.

"It can definitely be open for discussion."

"Really?" My pulse quickens, and butterflies begin forming in my stomach.

"I've never been against having kids. I've just never been with someone I can see having them with. With you though, I can see us with a kid or two." He responds.

I lift his hand up to my lips and plant a kiss on his knuckles. "I love you." I give him a crooked smile.

"I love you too." He responds with a wink.

As we approach the airport my mind races at all the possibilities of our future. This life was never what I expected, but it was so much better. I didn’t expect to meet someone that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with when I left Texas, and I certainly never thought I would be thinking about having kids.

In my life I had never felt like I belonged anywhere. Now as I sit here, hand in hand with Elliott, I finally felt like I found my place in this life.

Well folks here we are, the end of Elliott and Ryan's story. This was originally meant to be a short story, but I fell in love the with the characters so much that I just couldn't stop. However all good things must come to end. I've been thinking over the story for the past few days and I'm actually going to re-write some of it, telling both Ryan and Elliott's perspectives instead of it just being from Elliott's. I figure this would add more depth to Ryan's character and also to the story itself. You're probably all wondering what happened with the rest of the team? Well never fear because I will be releasing more books! Each one will be about each member of the team and will even feature cameos from the other members of the team. Thank you everyone for your support and your kind words, as well as your critiques, you guys kept this going for me. Stay tuned for book 2!
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Thank you for reading! Please comment below and let me know where you would like to see the story go or what your favorite parts are so far. Please note that this story does not revolve around a killer virus, that's just what sets up the events that lead to the story.
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A very nice story, and I guess it answered some of the questions with this chapter but I want some more answers.  You need to do a postscript and give a little more information on all of what happened, those in San Francisco, was the Order destroyed, update on all of the team members from start to finish.

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7 hours ago, centexhairysub said:

A very nice story, and I guess it answered some of the questions with this chapter but I want some more answers.  You need to do a postscript and give a little more information on all of what happened, those in San Francisco, was the Order destroyed, update on all of the team members from start to finish.

This is going to be a series, so all questions will be answered in future installments. 😊

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thanks for the mercy of posting the last three chapters at once - the cliff hangers in 15 & 16 might have been dangerous to our health!

it seems i am in the minority, though i actually prefer single character point of view stories. while other peoples input to my life can be useful, it's still my life, not to be told by others - maybe some day i'll grow up (or hopefully not)!

very pleased you have other tales to share - that they include the team members from  Imprisoned is great - thanks for continuing to share, it's much appreciated!

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This has been a great story! Ryan, Elliott, and the team were great characters! I enjoyed your writing style, and I look forward to more stories about these guys! Thanks. 

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Wait, you just get to a perfectly good resolution (for most) and leave us with Ry and Ell talking about 'having children'. This is worse than dangling participles or hanging chads. In book 2 could you at least have whomever those characters are, make reference to news that Ryan & Elliott have a new child?

Before you re-write this to reflect both Ryan and Elliott POVs,  just make it clear when that transition occurs. Many authors muck that up.

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