Aphrodisiac By Patricia Thomas Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Greg/Ryan Archive: Yes. “Here,” Ryan said, placing the object in Greg’s hand. “I have to leave for a few days to shoot this movie.” “I know,” Greg replied, clutching the picture tightly in his hand. “Keep that with you.” Ryan leaned in and placed a kiss on Greg’s lips. Greg hated it when Ryan had to leave. The apartment felt so empty and cold without him. Ryan always lit up a room, and without him…it just wasn’t the same. He busied himself during the day with pointless online games and reruns of The Jerry Springer Show. Sometime that night, he decided, he would rent a movie and kick back. At the video store, he faced a dilemma. Romance? Comedy? Drama? He made up his mind and slinked into the back section…that special place for all the perverse of America to sneak off into fantasyland and make their night more exciting. The tape in the VCR, he ensconced himself on the couch and pulled out the picture Ryan had given him. Someone had taken it at a party…they had been drunk… “Come on, guys, I gotta get this picture!” “Screw you, Drew.” “Please?” A sigh. “Fine.” Ryan and Greg came together in a sloppy kiss and felt the white light of the camera surround them. Greg smiled at the memory. It had been their first real kiss…technology was now Greg’s best friend, due to the digital quality of the picture. The two men on screen had started making out, and Greg had no idea how they’d gotten there. It didn’t matter much. The plot wasn’t that important. All that mattered is that the picture, combined with the attractiveness of the men on screen, had gotten him aroused. He slowly unzipped his jeans and teased the bottom of his stomach. He pushed his pants down to his ankles and slipped them off. The underwear came next, leaving him face to face with his own growing…circumstances. The head was teased a little, and a sharp breath was taken in. One man on screen had started licking the other’s arousal, performing amazing feats with his tongue. Greg glanced away for a minute to look at the picture. All thought had left his head, and he was left with the undeniable urge to get off. He started moving his hand up and down, pausing to squeeze and caress. The blond in the movie threw his head back and let out a moan of pleasure. The same moan escaped Greg’s lips as his hips rose up to meet his hand more. “Ryan…” Another moan. “God, Ryan…” He closed his eyes and an image of his lover filled his mind. Ryan was kissing him passionately, pressing him up against their bedroom wall, reaching his hand into Greg’s pants to rub. His pleasure factor was off the charts. His hand movements became more frantic. “Yes. Yes. Ryan, do it.” The pressure began building, and his hand was now a blur. The man in the movie came with a cry— “Ryan!” He lay back on the couch, tired and satisfied. He grinned like the Cheshire cat and laced his fingers behind his head. The phone rang. “Hello?” He hoped his voice sounded normal. How embarrassing would it be if his mom called to check up on him right after he’d gotten off to a gay porno and visions of Ryan in his head? “Hey Greg.” “Hi, Ryan. I was just thinking about you.” There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness Truth, beauty, and a picture of you. – The Whitlams