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Embracing the Tension - 5. Chapter 5

Warning: This chapter may contain sexually explicit content. Reader discretion is advised.

Erik tossed his phone onto the coffee table and flopped down on his couch. Today was not his day. In fact, this week had not been his week. Every phone call he’d made had been intercepted by voicemail or some shifty assistant, and he hadn’t been able to get through to any of the potential financial backers he’d been hoping to set up meetings with. And from the other side, the director and writers from his latest project wouldn’t stop calling him, asking him to fix this problem or that problem and generally play the police officer when they didn’t get along.

And then the weather had decided that it would be the perfect day for a downpour, though just a brief one, but long enough to get Erik soaked to the bone and then to stop when he got to a Walgreens to buy an umbrella. And then the subway wanted to join in on the fun, so it decided to break down halfway between stations for more than an hour, leaving Erik standing, soaking wet, in a packed subway car with a broken heater spouting air so hot that the windows started fogging up.

God, he hated New York sometimes.

Actually, it was starting to feel like he was hating New York all the time these days. He couldn’t remember the last good day—really good day—he’d had in the city. The last really good day he remembered…was Thanksgiving in Toronto.

Erik reached for his phone, and it started vibrating with an incoming call the minute he picked it up. Ryan Cote. How did he know to call right when Erik needed him?

“Hey.” Erik tried to sound upbeat but wasn’t sure he succeeded.

“Hey.” Ryan’s rumbling voice immediately set at ease the tight, straining feeling in Erik’s chest. “Is this a good time?”

“Yeah, this is a perfect time.”

“Sounds like you had a rough day.” Ryan chuckled.

“You have no idea.”

“Tell me.”

Erik proceeded to regale Ryan with every little thing that had gone wrong that day, including how the Starbucks barista spelled his name with a “c” rather than a “k,” as if they were expected to know.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Ryan sounded sympathetic.

“Yeah, well. Another day, another shit show.” Erik heard the bitterness in his own voice but chose to ignore it. “How about your day?”

“Oh, you know. Work, home, dinner.” The signature grin and shrug were almost visible over the phone line. “Rachel and Tom have their date night tonight, so I’m going down to babysit Chloe for the evening.”

“That sounds like fun.” Erik really meant that. He could just imagine a quiet evening spent with Ryan and Chloe—playing games, watching movies, putting her to bed. It sounded like fun, but more importantly, it sounded easy with that same sense of ease he’d come to associate with Ryan. “Wish I could join you guys.”

“Me, too.” They slipped into their comfortable silence for a moment before Ryan continued. “What are you up to tonight?”

“A friend’s going-away party,” Erik answered. “Feels like I’ve got one every week now. There’s another one tomorrow night, too.”

“Lots of people moving away?”

“Yeah, everyone’s dropping like flies around here.”

“At least the party should be fun.”

“I guess…” Erik couldn’t have sounded less enthusiastic if he’d tried. He got a chuckle from Ryan in response.

“Where’s this party?”

“Oh, I’ve no idea,” Erik said. “Somewhere in Meatpacking? I should probably look that up before I go. Or maybe I’ll just skip the whole thing altogether. It’s not like I know the guy very well.”

“What would you do instead?”

Now it Erik’s turn to shrug. “I don’t know. Stay home. Netflix and chill.”

“I think you should go. Might be fun.”

“Might be.” But Erik knew that Ryan was right. He should go, get out of his apartment, talk to people, have a few drinks. New York was nothing if not social, and it would get his mind off how work was stalling so spectacularly. “Fine, I’ll go.”

Ryan chuckled again. “No one’s forcing you. But I think you’ll have a good time.”

“Yeah, I know.” Erik tried really hard to believe it.

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Erik usually loved being around people. He thrived on the energy of the crowd, and he loved the sound of different voices talking over each other—which was why he didn’t understand why the party felt like a chore and why he kept checking his watch to see when it’d be acceptable to start saying goodbye.

It didn’t make any sense. His friend—more an acquaintance, really—had reserved the back half of a bar that was getting good reviews online and in all the local papers. Erik had actually heard about the place a while before and had wanted to check it out. The atmosphere was good, beers on tap were good, and while he didn’t really know anyone else at the party, that had never been a problem for him before. His usual tactic was to make the rounds, chat with random people, which usually worked to get his interest piqued, but it just wasn’t happening today.

“Erik?”

He turned at the sound of his name and was surprised to see Amanda, Ryan’s old co-worker from the bar. Her hair was shorter, which Erik thought suited her, but otherwise she looked the same as she had the last time he’d seen her three years earlier.

“Amanda, hi!” He bent down to give her a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing! Do you know Mitch?” She pointed to the guy who was moving away.

“Yeah, friend of a friend of a friend, or something like that.” Erik explained. “I’m not entirely sure exactly. It was a while ago. You?”

Amanda blushed, which from what Erik could remember, wasn’t a usual reaction. “Yeah,” she said, almost shyly. “I’m his fiancee.”

“Oh, my god! You’re that Amanda!”

“Yeah.” She giggled and stole a glance across the room to where Mitch stood. Erik caught the look; it tugged at something in his chest and reminded him immediately of Ryan.

“Congratulations!” He gave her another hug for good measure.

“Thank you.” It was clear Amanda couldn’t keep the smile off her face, and Erik had to admit it was pretty contagious.

“So, tell me, do you have your wedding figured out? Are you moving with Mitch to San Francisco?”

“Yeah, we’re moving together. That was kind of the push we needed to get engaged, actually. It just felt right, you know? If we were going to move across the country together, then why not? And it’ll be nice to be closer to family, too. I’m originally from the Bay Area, and Mitch’s family are in Seattle. So, it all kind of made sense.”

“Yeah, totally. I get that. So, is the wedding out there?”

“Yeah, it’s in January. Everything’s pretty much set.”

“January, huh? Isn’t that cold?”

“I know! Everyone’s like, ‘you’re crazy,’ but it’s so much cheaper.” Amanda rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. “Whatever. It’s still warmer than in New York. Oh, my god, you should come!”

Erik laughed at Amanda’s exuberance; he’d forgotten how easy she was to get along with.

“Ryan’s going to be there!” Amanda stopped herself. “Have you been in touch with Ryan at all?”

Now it was Erik’s turn to smile shyly. “Yeah, actually, I have. We’re, uh… kind of seeing each other.”

“Oh. My. God. That’s amazing!” Amanda exclaimed and gave Erik another hug. “How did that happen? Tell me all about it!”

Erik happily obliged, drawing the line only when Amanda started prodding for tidbits from their bedroom activities.

“Wow,” Amanda said when Erik finally finished. “I had no idea! I’m going to have to call Ryan to get his side of the story.”

“Good luck with that.” Erik laughed.

“Ugh, I know, right? Never mind, I’m sure I got the more interesting version from you. But seriously, you should come to the wedding! I’m going to tell Ryan to put you down as his plus one.”

Erik smiled. He liked the idea of going to a wedding with Ryan. But that wasn’t something he wanted to push onto Ryan, especially at this point when they were still so new into their relationship. January was months away. Who knew what would happen between now and then?

Ryan had been right, Erik decided as he left the bar. He did enjoy the party more than he thought he would. He tried not to dwell on the fact that the most enjoyable part had been getting to talk about Ryan for the better part of an hour.

But as he walked along the New York sidewalk, weaving his way around people who walked too slowly, Erik felt the tiredness from earlier seep back into his bones. He liked Amanda and was glad to have reconnected. He couldn’t remember why they hadn’t kept in touch after Ryan moved away. Not that it mattered anymore, now that Amanda was moving away.

A quick mental inventory of his remaining friends in New York returned a pitiful number. And of those who were still in town, most were more acquaintances than friends. But then… Erik never liked admitting this to himself, but he’d always been better at collecting acquaintances than friends.

A rumble of an approaching train reverberated through the ground, and Erik ran down the steps of the subway station to catch the train right before the door shut. It was empty enough that he helped himself to a seat without feeling guilty for taking up space.

The New York subway had been running a subway poetry campaign for the past couple of years, and the one posted in Erik’s car was called “Here”, by Gary Snyder. The last line caught Erik’s attention. It asked why we were here. Why, indeed? Erik didn’t know the answer anymore.

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Ryan held up two shirts, trying to decide which one he should pack. He liked the black one, but Erik was always saying he wore too much black. Maybe he should just bring both.

“How long are you going for?” Rachel sat cross legged on Ryan’s bed with Caesar curled in her lap, eyeing the nearly filled duffle bag.

“Just the weekend. Why?”

“You pack more than I do.”

He paused and frowned at her. “No, I don’t.”

The skeptical look Rachel threw back at him was familiar; it was the same one they’d both inherited from their mother.

“And why do you care how much I pack?” He stuffed a second pair of jeans into his bag.

She shrugged, another trait they’d learned from each other. “I don’t.”

“So why are you sitting there watching me pack?”

“What? Can’t a big sister worry about her baby brother?”

Ryan shot her his version of the skeptical look. “What is there to worry about?”

“This thing with Erik…” Her voice trailed off as if she had more to say but didn’t know how to say it.

“Yeah?”

Rachel occupied herself with petting Caesar, eliciting satisfied purrs from the furry feline. “I’m just… I’m just not sure about this.”

“Not sure about what?”

“It just seems like things are moving really fast. Like you’re jumping in head first.” She couldn’t meet his eyes, which meant she wasn’t sure she’d get a good reaction from him.

Ryan bit his tongue against the mini-tirade bursting to slip out. He tended to be a reserved guy and felt no need to express his opinions too forcefully to anyone—anyone except his family. His mom and Rachel—they were the only two people that could get a rise out of him with no more than a look.

“How is this too fast? We’ve been talking for two months, practically every day.” Ryan tried to keep his voice calm, medium volume, steady pace. But inside, his heart was pounding at Rachel’s audacity to question his judgment. “And it’s not like we just met. We’ve technically known each other for years.”

“Yeah, about that.”

Ryan could practically hear the eyeroll in Rachel’s voice. “What about that?” The words came out short and harsh despite his trying to rein them in.

There was that skeptical look again. God, she was so good at it.

“What? Is it that we met while doing porn? That we did porn together? Is that it?” He could hear his volume rising and clenched his jaw in a physical effort to stay calm.

“Yeah, that is it.” Rachel’s voice was too loud for Caesar’s liking, and he skittered off to find a more peaceful place to nap. “My god, Ryan. I still can’t believe you did that! As if you have no respect for your body at all! And now you’re hooking up again with someone who did… that! What? Are you trying to relive your glory days or something?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!” If Rachel wasn’t going to keep her voice down, then neither was Ryan. “Reliving my glory days? You’ve got to be kidding me, right? Do you think I miss doing porn? That I enjoyed it in the first place?”

“Well, didn’t you? Why would you keep doing it if you didn’t enjoy it?”

“Because it paid the bills!” Ryan threw his hands in the air, packing forgotten. “And I was good at it! And yeah, maybe for a time I did enjoy it. But I didn’t love it, and I certainly don’t miss it now.”

Chocolate-brown eyes, so similar to his own, stared back at Ryan, weighing his words. “Then I don’t get it.” Rachel was calmer now. “If you don’t miss it, then why are you with Erik?”

Ryan gaped at her. The question was so absurd he didn’t even know where to begin. What did missing porn have to do with being with Erik? “Why am I with Erik? Because I like him. Isn’t that enough? Why does there have to be more?”

“But…” Rachel dropped her eyes again, and said in a whisper, “but you guys did porn together.”

“Yeah? So?”

“It’s porn!” She exclaimed as if that was explanation enough.

“Yeah, I get that part.”

“How can you be with someone who did porn?” And finally, the real question that had been bugging her.

“I don’t see how that makes a difference.” Ryan sat down next to his sister on the bed. “It’s not like he’s doing it now.”

“How can you be sure?” She frowned at him.

Ryan gaped at her again. “Are you equating porn to cheating? How can you be sure that Tom isn’t doing porn?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not the same thing.”

“It is! I know he’s not doing porn because he told me he’s not. And he hasn’t given me any reason to doubt that.” Ryan paused for a moment before continuing. “Just like I’ve told you before, and I’m telling you now: I’m not doing porn anymore. Do you think I’m lying to you?”

“No!”

“So what’s the difference?”

Rachel examined the white duvet as if it held some intricate pattern. “It’s just… would you be okay if he started again?”

The question took Ryan by surprise. He had never thought to ask it of himself. Would he be okay with it? Knowing what he knew about porn, Ryan understood that having sex on camera was just that: having sex on camera. There was an element of intimacy to it, sure, but it was purely physical. And isn’t that what they had discussed all those years ago? The tension between the forced intimacy of porn versus the need to guard against overexposure?

No, Ryan decided. He wouldn’t be okay if Erik was doing porn again. But not for the same reasons Rachel had. Ryan didn’t want Erik to be in that position again, forced to navigate between the push and pull. Even if they didn’t work out, Ryan wished for Erik’s freedom from that tension, because that was a tension no one should have to live with.

“He’s not going to start again.” Ryan said.

“How do you know?”

“I know. Because I wouldn’t start again.”

Rachel threw him her skeptical look again, but at least she didn’t dispute him.

“And besides, I thought you liked him. You guys seemed to get along well at Thanksgiving.”

“I do like him. He’s nice and really good with Chloe.” Rachel paused. “Plus, I’ve seen the way he looks at you—and the way you look at him. I just don’t want you to get hurt if it doesn’t work out.”

Ryan knew she meant well, that she was just a big sister worried about her little brother. He should be grateful that he had someone looking out for him, and he was—except he didn’t need her protection when it came to Erik. He knew Erik. “These things don’t always work out, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.”

“What about the long-distance thing? Have you talked about it?”

“No.” Ryan admitted with a frown.

“Are you going to talk about it?”

Ryan shrugged. “Yeah, eventually, I’m sure.”

“Right.” The skeptical look returned.

“We will!”

“Sure.”

“Forget it. I have to finish packing. I don’t have time to argue with you. Don’t you have to make dinner for your family or something?” Ryan jumped off the bed and continued stuffing clothes into his duffle bag.

“Right.” Rachel followed him off the bed, but paused before she walked out the door. “Just… be careful, okay, little brother?”

“Yeah,” Ryan said with a sigh. “I will.”

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Erik was dressed only in a baggy pair of sweatpants when he opened the door to his apartment. Ryan let his gaze linger over all that exposed skin, decorated with the winding wisps of the smoky tattoo. He dropped his bag on the floor and stepped into Erik’s waiting arms, feeling the heat of the skin under his palms, the warmth of Erik’s lips on his cold, wind-chapped ones.

Coming together after weeks apart was always a strange kind of reunion. They spoke on the phone every day, but that was just a voice in his ear accompanied by an image he remembered in his mind. With each day spent apart, that image morphed a little bit more until he wasn’t sure whether his memory of Erik was the same as the actual man.

Erik shut the door and they stumbled arm-in-arm toward the couch. Ryan shrugged out of his coat before pulling Erik against his chest, and buried his nose into Erik’s hair. He let himself remember the feeling of having Erik in his arms, the smell of Erik in his nose. Slowly, the image in his mind corrected itself.

Unbidden, Rachel’s words echoed in Ryan’s ears. He couldn’t stop thinking about them the entire way down to New York. He knew Erik had left porn. He had to believe that it was for good—wasn’t that the whole point of Erik’s film, anyway? So he could come to terms with it and leave it behind? The chances that Erik would go back to it were about the same as Ryan going back to it: less than zero.

So why the hell did Rachel’s worries bother him so much?

A short snore and Erik jumped in his arm—he had fallen asleep where Ryan held him close.

“Sorry.” Erik rubbed his eyes. “I hope I didn’t drool on you.”

Ryan glanced down quickly to check and was rewarded with a slap on his shoulder. He smiled. “You’ve had a long day and it’s late. Go to bed.”

Erik sought out his hand. “Not without you. Come on.”

Ryan let him lead them into the bedroom where Erik simply pushed the sweats down his long legs and slipped under the covers. He moved with a swift grace that mesmerized Ryan, a remnant from Erik’s days as a dancer.

Ryan undressed more slowly, aware of Erik’s gaze on his every movement. He didn’t attempt to do anything sexy, he had never been good at that kind of seduction. He only exceled at acting that took place after all the clothes had been removed.

He climbed into bed and they took a minute to figure out all their parts fit best together. Erik’s head ended up on his shoulder as he traced the smoky tattoo that ran down Erik’s arm. It was moments until Erik fell asleep, his breath warm against Ryan’s chest.

Ryan blinked up at the ceiling, tired but wide awake. He had left porn, left New York, settled into something that resembled a normal life. Wasn’t that what Erik was trying to do, too? Except Erik was still in the city, chasing after that big New York dream that was really more of a lie: New York is the only worthwhile place to live, if you can’t make it in New York, then you’re a failure at life.

The truth is that the city demanded too much of the people who bought into that lie. It wanted 150% of them and when people buckled under the pressure, they got swept aside for the next fool who wanted to try. Ryan had opted out of the game; Erik was still trying to win.

Maybe Rachel was right, just not in the way she thought she was. Erik may not be in porn anymore, but he was still chasing that glory. What would happen if he never caught it again?

Ryan forced his eyes shut, even as his brain continued to race. He was here for the American Thanksgiving weekend. He should be focused on all the good things he had to be thankful for, not questioning whether Erik’s baggage would be too heavy for their relationship—just like his baggage had been too heavy for them three years ago. He had run away then, would he run away again? He fell asleep with the question on loop in his mind.

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Consciousness came slowly. First, just the softness of the sheets against his skin, then the warmth of the feather-light duvet surrounding him, and finally the heat of the morning sunlight spilling in through the window to land across his cheek. Ryan’s awakening mind ran a half-hearted inventory of the feelings, and while they all felt good, there was something missing. He reached, seeking the missing piece and quickly found that it was Erik—absent from bed.

Ryan blinked, now fully awake and alone. Sitting up, his nose registered the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen, and his ears picked up a gentle rustling of papers coming from the same direction. He reluctantly climbed out of bed.

He found Erik in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar with a newspaper in one hand and a mug in the other. Erik wore nothing but the discarded sweatpants from the night before, leaving the wide expanse of his back with its inky smoke tattoo exposed for Ryan’s viewing pleasure. Ryan took his time to admire, but was quickly bombarded with the doubts from the night before.

The idea of Erik going back to porn was ridiculous, but Ryan’s brain couldn’t seem to let it go. But it wasn’t even the porn, but Ryan couldn’t actually picture Erik choosing to get involved again. It was what porn represented, a path that Ryan was no longer on—but what is Erik still was?

The newspaper rustled as Erik snapped the pages into a new formation and smoothed the wrinkles flat. Ryan tried to push his questioning thoughts away and focus on the scorching hot, half naked man in front of him. He tried to hone in on how sexy it was that Erik preferred the physical newspaper over anything digital.

Ryan moved quietly across the space and let his lips seek out the smooth skin on the back of Erik’s neck. Under him, Erik sighed and leaned back until he rested against Ryan’s chest.

“Good morning.” Erik said this in a whisper, but without any of the grogginess Ryan typically associated with the morning.

He grunted. “How long have you been up?”

“About an hour.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You were tired.”

Ryan grunted again and snaked his arms around Erik’s wide shoulders until his hands spread across the ridges and dips of Erik’s chest. There was no denying that they were a match physically, like dry kindling ready to burst into flame at the smallest ignition. Amazing sex may not enough to build a relationship on, especially one that existed primarily over telephone lines, but in that moment, Ryan needed to revel in the sex and forget about all the what-ifs.

His hands wandered, fingertips and palms soaking in the feeling of Erik’s skin and transmitting the warmth back up his arms and through his body. His lips nibbled at Erik’s ear, his tongue tasting the salty skin and his nose breathing in Erik’s unique musk.

Every breath was like a hit of poppers, but better because the high triggered something deeper inside of Ryan, not just a desire to get fucked, but a desire to be as one with Erik. He wanted to latch onto something tried and true, to remind himself that they were good together at least in this one way.

“Erik,” he whispered, the word sending shivers through the man he held in his arms.

Erik’s hands covered his own and guided them until they rested on Erik’s nipples. Ryan didn’t need to be told twice. He pinched the hard little nubs between his fingers and thrilled as Erik arched into the touch and let out a strangled, “Oh, god, Ryan.” His head dropped back against Ryan’s shoulder, eyes squeezed tightly shut, breath coming in pants. “How do you do that to me so quickly?”

“Come back to bed.”

“Yes, please.”

Ryan pulled Erik back onto the bed with a sense of urgency he hadn’t felt in years. His tongue slid against Erik’s while his fingers sought out every inch of skin and every bulge of muscle. He gasped when Erik wedged a knee in between his thighs high enough that it butted up against his balls.

He whimpered into Erik’s mouth, needing Erik to take him, to pin him down and make his brain stop thinking. When Erik pressed him deeper into the bed, Ryan reveled in Erik’s weight above him, loving how he could arch up and thrash about without fear of losing himself because Erik would always be there to anchor him.

“Erik, please.” Ryan begged as Erik kissed his way along Ryan’s jaw. When Erik’s lips sealed around his earlobe, Ryan’s cock jumped as if a live wire connected the two parts of his body. As electricity zinged from his ear down to his groin, every cell along the way burnt up with a fire only Erik could stoke. Ryan’s skin felt too hot to wear.

He pushed at Erik’s sweatpants and tugged at his own clothes, frustrated with the layers of fabric between them. Erik got the message and Ryan was only slightly disappointed at the loss of Erik’s mouth on his ear. They flung their clothes across the room and Erik reached under the bed and pulled out a box of supplies.

Ryan pulled Erik back down, the slide of skin against skin made his mind blur with lust. He latched onto that feeling and sank into. The softness of Erik’s lips on him, licks of tongue and nips of teeth, trailing along his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Ryan panted as the air grew heavy around them.

He didn’t know what triggered it—maybe it was the sound of passing emergency sirens—but as Erik kissed his way down Ryan’s body, Ryan suddenly lost the moment. He went from hazy arousal to clear-minded in a blink of an eye, and he searched the room for the camera crew that wasn’t there.

Erik sensed the change immediately, pausing where he lay between Ryan’s spread legs, a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

Ryan frowned; nothing was wrong. Except perhaps Rachel’s protests that he couldn’t quite shake off.

“Nothing.” The lie was unconvincing but Ryan grabbed the lube and pushed Erik away. He needed to forget; he needed it quick and rough so his brain didn’t have any room to go rogue on him.

Ryan flipped himself onto his hands and knees and squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingers.

“Ryan?” Erik’s hand on his hip was gentle, but Ryan’s didn’t want gentle.

He reached behind him and with very little ceremony, plunged his fingers into his own ass. Erik gasped and tightened his grip on Ryan’s hip.

“Yes,” Ryan hissed. “Harder.”

Ryan pressed his face into the mattress as his ass burned from the stretch. He welcomed the pain but it wasn’t enough to occupy his mind. Nothing would be enough except Erik filling him to the brim, chasing away every errant thought with gut-deep thrusts of his cock in Ryan’s body.

Ryan extracted his fingers and reach for Erik. He had already put on a condom and Ryan didn’t bother adding extra lube to his cock. It would hurt, he knew, but that’s what he wanted.

“Ryan.” Erik sounded like he wanted to protest, but Ryan gave him a squeeze.

He didn’t wait, didn’t tease, just lined up Erik’s cock and pushed back. The head of Erik’s dick popped past the tight ring of muscle and Ryan’s mind whited out with the sharp spike of pain. His breath escaped him and his heart pounded in his ears.

“Jesus, Ryan.” Erik moved behind him, hands roaming his back.

The second he managed to suck in a breath, Ryan pushed back another inch and again his body shook at the deeper invasion. Again and again he impaled himself on Erik’s cock, his brain blissfully numb to the real world worries of their unorthodox relationship, until he was fully seat, stretched to overflowing. His arms shook where they tried to hold him up.

Erik bent over him, chest against back, hot skin against hot skin.

“Are you okay?” Erik whispered against his ear.

“Fuck me.”

Erik didn’t budge. “Ryan?”

“Please, just fuck me.” The voice that spoke didn’t sound like his own. It sounded raw with a desperation that he didn’t recognize.

Erik’s arms squeezed tightly around his body, holding still for a second before Erik finally moved.

“Hard.” Ryan instructed just before Erik’s hips slammed into his ass, sending him sprawling onto the bed. Pain that bordered on pleasure shot through his body and his brain scrambled to inventory the sensations.

“Again.”

Erik obliged.

Ryan’s fingers fisted into the sheets as Erik fucked him rough, driving into him with such force that Ryan could do nothing else but feel. He let himself feel every second of it: the run of Erik’s cock over his prostate, the sting of Erik’s hips against his butt cheeks, the burn of each thrust with not enough lube to ease the way. He drowned in the physical feelings that Erik wrung from him like no one else could.

His orgasm came unexpectedly, sneaking up on him while he was preoccupied with Erik destroying his ass, but it was no less gut-twisting. He humped the mattress underneath him, arched his back and let out a strangled groaning cry as the climax hit him with such intensity that his eyes shot open but he saw nothing but white.

The white lasted a few moments, then faded quickly to black.

When he awoke, his head was cushioned on Erik’s shoulder and Erik was fast asleep. As the post-coitus hazy bliss cleared, his brain picked up right where it had left off. The irony of what he had just done was not lost on him: chasing away his fears of porn with sex. It might have worked in the moment, but in the soberness that followed, he was more confused than before.

This chapter bounced around a bit, hope it wasn't too hard to follow! Erik's moving steadily forward while Ryan seems to have some doubts. What do you think? Let me know in the comments!

 

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Loved the chapter!  I'm not sure why Rachel has this need to put doubts into Ryan's head, but she needs to keep her mouth shut! LOL!  Shaming them because they both did porn?  She's no better than Eric's family in some ways...I hope Eric proves her wrong.  Thank you!

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Rachel's sisterly concern is tinged with more than a little judgement about the guys' past, no bueno.  :no:

 I think it gives Ryan the excuse to start wondering about the "What If's" that tend to go through our heads when things are going so good at the start of a relationship;  He would have done it on his own later; Maybe it's better to get it out of the way now.

 They are too attuned to each other not to know when one is bothered by something, I hope Ryan works this through with Erik instead of self sabotaging.

Very satisfying sequel so far, Mr. H.  Thank you.

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Ryan’s insecurity is heartbreaking sometimes. He is the most vulnerable of the two. He should have immediately spoke to Erik. Instead, the trip will be tinged with stormy emotions.

Rachel had some nerve. She classified her brother differently than Erik. She sees the Ryan out of porn. Not realizing there’s the real Erik too...  Who she has met. Clearly judging and unfair.

I have been from the school; You don’t give opinion, unless it’s solicited. Otherwise, worry about your own life.

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1 hour ago, FanLit said:

Rachel's sisterly concern is tinged with more than a little judgement about the guys' past, no bueno.  :no:

 I think it gives Ryan the excuse to start wondering about the "What If's" that tend to go through our heads when things are going so good at the start of a relationship;  He would have done it on his own later; Maybe it's better to get it out of the way now.

 They are too attuned to each other not to know when one is bothered by something, I hope Ryan works this through with Erik instead of self sabotaging.

Very satisfying sequel so far, Mr. H.  Thank you.

I totally agree with this!

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Ok Rachel was being a bit too judgemental, but who can blame her, Ryan's her younger brother, and she probably saw him an emotional mess 3 years ago.

Ryan can't have unspoken doubts now, he is the one that already quitted the game. Erik is tired of New York, but alone he will never leave, where would he go, with no family? He needs Ryan. I am sure he noticed that something was of, so hope they start talking with each other in the next chapter, they need to communicate.

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Rachel needs to keep her nose to herself. Ryan's a big boy. He can think for himself. Jeez. They need to talk but it's really not for her to say or be involved in, in any way. Wow. I just can't get the thought of what a judgemental bitch out of my head. I think I need coffee.

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Ryan is feeling insecure, but I think that's more because he wants this so much and is scared at the same time since they live so far apart, physically and as a result mentally. It's very difficult to move forward with a relationship when it's happening via phone. The porn is only a symbol of the different paths they could end up on. In any relationship the other party can make decisions you don't agree with. It's one of the hazards of being in a relationship. Amanda chose to move with Mitch, but that could easily have been a deal breaker if she didn't want to move back. 

 

I find it interesting how people judge Rachel. She perhaps came at this issue in a less than ideal way, but she felt she had to speak up about her fears. She loves her brother and wants what's best for him. Getting involved with someone who will make choices that could harm him (getting back into porn, staying in NY) would not be the best thing. Would not everyone do that for their sibling? Friend? Instead of sitting back and watching a potential train wreck happen? 

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Okay Rachel.. right idea...terrible approach. You want to guide your brother to his decisions, not push him or judge him. 

She touched in all the things Ryan was probably thinking of himself. If Ry and Erik are going to give the relationship a try they definitely need to have this talk. They have to be on the same page to move forward. Or at least reading the same book. 

Now, it’s awkward and it will likely happen sooner than he wanted, but ultimately it’s best they get it out of the way. 

 

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9 hours ago, BlindAmbition said:

 

I have been from the school; You don’t give opinion, unless it’s solicited. Otherwise, worry about your own life.

Me too, and it works,  but that does not apply to my siblings. Difference is I’m so much kinder about it. Lol. 

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What do I think?  Expression seems to be a problem for Erik and Ryan.  Tell the other what's on your mind!  Damn it!  With the history they both have, they will have to talk.  I insist on it!  The one can't read the other's mind!  There is love there.  TALK TO HIM!!  :angry:

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Great chapter! They need to communicate , not just talk to each other everyday . Then they would have answers for people like Rachel , and people may not feel it do necessary to interfere   

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Our two guys have a lot to work through. Hope they will start talking soon. I thought that Amanda's upcoming wedding might give him a push in the right direction, especially as the last chapter ended with his very real question what he was doing in NY anyway. 

You have made things even more complicated with this chapter. Hope they'll work through...

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On 2/4/2018 at 8:54 AM, mfa607 said:

Loved the chapter!  I'm not sure why Rachel has this need to put doubts into Ryan's head, but she needs to keep her mouth shut! LOL!  Shaming them because they both did porn?  She's no better than Eric's family in some ways...I hope Eric proves her wrong.  Thank you!

 

Rachel's trying to be a good big sister, but she's got her biases just like everyone else! 

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On 2/4/2018 at 9:15 AM, JayT said:

I think Rachel was being a bia bia putting that thought in Ryan's head. It was almost like, here little brother have a mind eff for breakfast before you go spend Thanksgiving with your long distance boyfriend whom you used to do porn with oh and btw do you think he would do that again?

 

Eh, yeah, probably not the smartest thing on Rachel's part, haha. 

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On 2/4/2018 at 10:31 AM, FanLit said:

Rachel's sisterly concern is tinged with more than a little judgement about the guys' past, no bueno.  :no:

 I think it gives Ryan the excuse to start wondering about the "What If's" that tend to go through our heads when things are going so good at the start of a relationship;  He would have done it on his own later; Maybe it's better to get it out of the way now.

 They are too attuned to each other not to know when one is bothered by something, I hope Ryan works this through with Erik instead of self sabotaging.

Very satisfying sequel so far, Mr. H.  Thank you.

 

Everyone goes through some period of doubt in relationships, don't they? :) Ryan will get through it. 

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On 2/4/2018 at 11:07 AM, Timothy M. said:

Sigh, I'm in two minds. On one hand they do need to talk about the big stumbling block for a future relationship, which is not the porn but whether Erik will leave New York. On the other hand, it's much too soon for this talk, and Ryan's sister should have kept her mouth shut for now. We know Erik is getting fed up with his life, but Ryan doesn't. In addition, if Ryan raises the question, Erik will leave NY for his sake, and for the chance of a relationship, but he needs to make the decision for his own sake, for prevent any future resentment.

 

Why do you have to be so insightful? Gonna ruin the later chapters for everyone else! :gikkle:

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On 2/4/2018 at 11:20 AM, BlindAmbition said:

Ryan’s insecurity is heartbreaking sometimes. He is the most vulnerable of the two. He should have immediately spoke to Erik. Instead, the trip will be tinged with stormy emotions.

Rachel had some nerve. She classified her brother differently than Erik. She sees the Ryan out of porn. Not realizing there’s the real Erik too...  Who she has met. Clearly judging and unfair.

I have been from the school; You don’t give opinion, unless it’s solicited. Otherwise, worry about your own life.

 

Rachel's known Ryan as her brother before he did porn. She hasn't known Erik without porn in the picture, so it may be a bit of work to wrap her mind around it :) 

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On 2/4/2018 at 1:10 PM, Sweetlion said:

Ok Rachel was being a bit too judgemental, but who can blame her, Ryan's her younger brother, and she probably saw him an emotional mess 3 years ago.

Ryan can't have unspoken doubts now, he is the one that already quitted the game. Erik is tired of New York, but alone he will never leave, where would he go, with no family? He needs Ryan. I am sure he noticed that something was of, so hope they start talking with each other in the next chapter, they need to communicate.

 

Yeah, Erik's in a bit of a conundrum when it comes to what to do about living in New York... Not too many options. 

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On 2/4/2018 at 1:24 PM, empresslovesreading said:

Rachel needs to keep her nose to herself. Ryan's a big boy. He can think for himself. Jeez. They need to talk but it's really not for her to say or be involved in, in any way. Wow. I just can't get the thought of what a judgemental bitch out of my head. I think I need coffee.

 

Yikes! Sorry! Hope the coffee was delicious :) hehe 

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On 2/4/2018 at 4:52 PM, Puppilull said:

Ryan is feeling insecure, but I think that's more because he wants this so much and is scared at the same time since they live so far apart, physically and as a result mentally. It's very difficult to move forward with a relationship when it's happening via phone. The porn is only a symbol of the different paths they could end up on. In any relationship the other party can make decisions you don't agree with. It's one of the hazards of being in a relationship. Amanda chose to move with Mitch, but that could easily have been a deal breaker if she didn't want to move back. 

 

I find it interesting how people judge Rachel. She perhaps came at this issue in a less than ideal way, but she felt she had to speak up about her fears. She loves her brother and wants what's best for him. Getting involved with someone who will make choices that could harm him (getting back into porn, staying in NY) would not be the best thing. Would not everyone do that for their sibling? Friend? Instead of sitting back and watching a potential train wreck happen? 

 

Hehe, I think you're the only person defending Rachel :) She needs a couple of people on her side! I definitely agree with your analysis of Ryan's feelings, long distance is always tricky, trying to see if the other person is on the same page as you are. 

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On 2/4/2018 at 9:04 PM, Defiance19 said:

Okay Rachel.. right idea...terrible approach. You want to guide your brother to his decisions, not push him or judge him. 

She touched in all the things Ryan was probably thinking of himself. If Ry and Erik are going to give the relationship a try they definitely need to have this talk. They have to be on the same page to move forward. Or at least reading the same book. 

Now, it’s awkward and it will likely happen sooner than he wanted, but ultimately it’s best they get it out of the way. 

 

 

Reading the same book, haha, so true!! They do need to talk, but when is the right time? Too early might throw things off track, wouldn't it? THey'll get there!

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On 2/5/2018 at 12:57 AM, R. Eric said:

What do I think?  Expression seems to be a problem for Erik and Ryan.  Tell the other what's on your mind!  Damn it!  With the history they both have, they will have to talk.  I insist on it!  The one can't read the other's mind!  There is love there.  TALK TO HIM!!  :angry:

 

They do need to talk. But it's hard sometimes!! Things are going well, and then someone brings up a difficult topic and it can throw things off track, it's scary! :) 

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