Title: Remember You’re Mine Author: Clay Pairings: Greg/Ryan, Greg/Jeff/Ryan, and some totally unplanned, unrequited Jeff/Greg Rating: NC-17 Summary: Ryan has a proposition. Author’s Notes: I need to stop writing porn. Because that’s what this is: porn. Seriously. It’s straight up pornography. Also, the title comes from something Ryan said to Greg at the end of a game of Superheroes once. And if anyone’s curious, no, this is not part of the “Someone Else’s Life” universe. Word Count: 4,250 Ryan’s arms slide around my waist just as I’m tightening my tie. I meet his eyes through the mirror and smile. He’s grinning back at me, warm and inviting, and then he tightens his arms around me and lays a kiss on the back of my neck. His breath is hot, lips soft and familiar, and my dick twitches instinctively, but I continue to smile innocently at him. He wants something. He’s never this affectionate in the morning unless he’s going to get something out of it, but I don’t mind. Whatever he wants, there’s a good chance I want, too. So I’m patient, toying with my tie, fingering the satin, head bowed to watch him over my glasses. “Greg,” he whispers after a moment, lips brushing the shell of my ear, “what do you think about Jeff?” This is interesting. I raise an eyebrow at him, my lips cocked in a curious smile. “I don’t know. What do you think about Jeff?” He shrugs and rests his chin on my shoulder. “He’s cute. He likes you, you know.” I know where he’s going with this, of course, but it wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t play along. “I like him, too,” I say, turning in the circle of Ryan’s arms to lean back against the vanity, arms stretched back to prop me up. Ryan loosens his hold and slides his hands down to my hips and stepping forward to press our pelvises together. I can never breathe properly when he’s so close. My smile falters, but I do my damndest to hold onto it. “He’s good,” I continue a bit softer. “At improv, I mean.” Ryan knows I’m not stupid. He smirks and leans forward to rest his forehead against mine. “He wants to fuck you,” he says, just above a whisper. I can’t help but smirk back. “Does he now? Did you tell him I was taken?” “Didn’t have to,” Ryan replies, smirking yet wider. “He was coming to me for permission, after all.” His little possessive streak is showing, sending another wave of arousal straight to my groin. I bring my arms up to lay loosely across his shoulders, whispering as well now. “And what did you tell him?” Ryan’s not smiling now. He looks almost angry, and I think I’d like to shove him to his knees and have him take care of this hard on he’s so keen on coaxing out of me, but I have work, and we don’t have time. He licks his lips, pulling back slightly to meet my eyes. “I told him you were mine.” Fuck work. My arms loop around his neck, meaning to drag him down for a kiss, but Ryan’s continuing. “But I wouldn’t mind watching you fuck him.” The image that conjures isn’t doing anything to temper my growing arousal. “Yeah?” I ask, surprised when it comes out barely more than a sigh. “Yes,” he agrees. His fingers are tight to bruising on my hips. “What do you think?” I can’t deny that I’ve thought about it before. Seeing him day after day on set and stage while Ryan stayed home with his damned dogs put the thought in my head more than once. And Jeff... “He is really fucking hot...” I offer, and then, when Ryan’s eyes darken with anger a little, “but you’re hotter.” And in my mind it’s the truth. I love Ryan too much to want anyone more than him. He smiles slightly and then kisses me hard, and I wonder if I can afford to be late. “When do you get off?” he asks when we part, eyes closed, lips just brushing mine. I smirk up at him. “Well, that depends on you, doesn’t it?” He just rolls his eyes, and I laugh. I have a stand up gig at Punchlines, and I really do need to get going. “Midnight,” I tell him. He nods and grins, snake like. “He’ll be here when you get back.” And when I do get back, despite Jeff’s car in the driveway, the house is dark. I can hear the dogs thankfully already out for the night, bouncing around the backyard like idiots. Mickey greets me in the hall like usual, twining around my ankles, purring and looking up at me like he has a secret. I drop my keys in the bowl by the door and squat down to scratch him behind the ears, calling out, “Ryan?” There’s no answer. From the kitchen, I just see into the living room, the flashes of blue and white against the wall telling me the television is on even though there’s no sound. In fact, the entire house is eerily quiet. I creep along, practically tiptoeing, to peer through the door. I catch myself, after a moment, feeling stupid, but I don’t stop. I can’t see them at first. Even with the dull glow of the television, it’s far too dark to make out much more than shadows, but then a soft moan echoes off the high ceiling, and I find my gaze drawn to the couch. In the strange, ethereal light from the television, I can just make out Jeff straddling Ryan. My first instinct is to strangle Jeff and then maybe kick him for good measure, but I reign myself in. I agreed to this, after all. I slip out of my shoes and carefully pad across the room. They’ve yet to notice me, and despite my jealously, I’m finding myself aroused. Jeff pushes his hips against Ryan’s, making him shudder, and Ryan lays his hands on Jeff’s thighs, fingers pressing into the dark material of his jeans. He makes a soft, needy sound, breathed into Jeff’s mouth, and my cock jumps. I fold my arms and lean over the back of the couch, amused that they still haven’t noticed me. “Starting without me?” Ryan starts and tilts his head back, eyes wide, to look at me, but my eyes are on Jeff, who pulls back slowly, smiling. “Hello,” he offers, twining his arms around Ryan’s neck. I realize then that this boy has no idea what he’s doing. Getting between Ryan and I is just about the stupidest thing he could do. Colin had to learn that the hard way, and it looks as though Jeff will, too. But instead of slapping the smug little grin off his face just for thinking he has the right to touch Ryan, I lean down, twisting my fingers through the surprisingly soft hair at the nape of Jeff’s neck and draw him forward for a kiss. Ryan’s so close I can feel him. He turns toward us, slightly, and his nose bumps my cheek. I think he might be growling, but it’s too low for me to be sure. I think that I could come from Ryan’s voice alone sometimes, so I kiss Jeff harder, feeling him open up to me, his tongue hot and wet, tentatively touching mine. The kiss ends with him smiling widely against my mouth, and my fingers tighten reflexively in his hair. When I pull back, Ryan is watching me with dark eyes, lips drawn down in a scowl, but I just laugh and peck him on the lips. “It was your idea, sweetheart,” I purr, too sardonic to be any sort of real endearment, and it only seems to make Ryan angrier. His hands fly up, grasping either side of my jaw, long fingers pressing into my cheeks and neck, and he tugs me down to kiss me bruisingly hard. “Remember,” he says against my lips, and he really is growling now, “you’re mine.” All I can do is smirk and utter a derisive “Yes, sir” while his fingers trace the line of my jaw and trail down my neck. He catches my collar in his hands and gives it a little tug. “Off. Now.” I comply without a word, turning my gaze back to Jeff. He’s watching me thoughtfully, and I offer him a smile he doesn’t return. Maybe he’s finally getting it. By the time I move around the couch, my shirt and jacket are on the floor; my slacks are half way down my thighs. Ryan has shoved Jeff to one sides, and they’re both in the middle of undressing themselves. Once I’m nude, I perch on the arm of the couch, just watching the other two. Ryan has relaxed once more, and he’s talking with Jeff, grinning at something he’d said. I look to Jeff. The boy really is absolutely gorgeous, and I honestly can’t see why he’d want to be here, sandwiched between two middle aged men, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Jeff pauses in his disrobing and smiles at me, fingers tucked under the waistband of his briefs, dick half hard and tenting the material slightly. He laughs at something he can see in my face and pause for a moment before tugging down his underwear and tossing it aside. “Very nice,” I say, low, and stand to walk over to him. I can feel Ryan’s eyes on me, burning, when I drop to my knees before Jeff. I take him in my hand, stroking him, slow and teasing, until he’s fully erect, delighting in his breath catching deep in his throat and his fingers digging into my hair, gripping the back of my skull. I slide my tongue over the head of his cock, tasting him before I take him into my mouth. Jeff makes a sound, a cut off, halting cry, and thrusts forward. He’s nice, but he’s no Ryan, and I deep throat him easily, catching his hips after a moment to keep him still. Ryan is breathing heavily, aroused despite his almost certain jealousy. He gets to his feet, and I look to him out of the corner of my eye as best I can with my lips still wrapped around Jeff’s dick. The light from the television colors his thighs in blues and purples. I can feel his heat even before he presses against me, against us both. I hear him kissing Jeff, and his dick slides along my cheek, leaving a hot trail of precum. I pull away from Jeff to take Ryan down my throat. He shudders, wordlessly, and kisses Jeff harder. I go back to stroking Jeff with my hand, just listening to them both breathe and the warm, wet sounds of their kissing. A minute later I switch again, going back to Jeff. Ryan’s hand comes down to my shoulder and squeezes hard. He wants me all to himself, but tough shit. I ignore him, chuckling, the vibrations traveling from my tongue to Jeff’s cock, and he jerks his hips in response. “Are we ready?” Ryan asks suddenly. He’s sounding pissy again, but I’d be more concerned if he wasn’t so fucking sexy when he’s mad. Jeff makes an indistinct noise and backs away with some reluctance. I’m still laughing, and I can’t help but grab Jeff and drag him back to me, pressing my cheek against his erection as I grin up at Ryan. Ryan only looks angry for another few seconds, then he’s smiling and rolling his eyes, reaching down to grip my arm and haul me to my feet. “You’re such an asshole,” he says and kisses me quickly. I grin back cheekily. “You know you love me.” He just rolls his eyes again, still smiling, and shoves me backwards onto the couch. I fall heavily and then sink into the squashy suede cushions. Ryan smiles at me for another moment before leaving the room, his erection bouncing against his stomach with each step. As soon as he’s out of sight, I look back to Jeff to find him watching me once more with that same thoughtful expression from earlier. I beckon him over, and he comes to me, kneeling on the cushion to either side of my thighs and settling down in my lap. He rests his hands on my chest and tilts his head curiously. “I didn’t know you guys lived together.” I don’t know how to respond to that, so I just smirk and say, “We weren’t trying to hide it.” And then, after a moment, “Is that bad?” He shakes his head vaguely, and even though he’s still looking very somber, it doesn’t keep him from pressing our erections together and wrapping his hand over the both of them. I murmur appreciatively, almost missing his quiet response. “I just didn’t know it was that serious.” I laugh because, after all, Ryan and I have been together practically since the day we met, but the boy is relatively new, and we’re both against public displays of affection. He had no way of knowing. I wonder, briefly, if he had come over with the intention of getting between us, breaking us up, and only now realizes that it’s impossible. I slide my hands up Jeff’s sides, still smiling. “Don’t worry,” I try to assure him, “you’re not intruding.” And it’s almost the truth. He relaxes very slightly, and I crane my neck to kiss him, pulling his lower lip into my mouth and sucking lightly. He melts into me, one arm going around my neck, the other fist tight and still slowly pumping our cocks. “Mind if I cut in?” I’m startled to find that Ryan’s returned. I blink at him a little owlishly and then smile when he cups the back of my neck and draws me down for a long, lingering kiss. I can still feel Jeff’s breath ghosting over my cheek. His hand halts in its ministrations before pulling away completely, only to be replaced by Ryan’s. Ryan breaks our kiss, keeping one hand over our dicks as he brings the other to his mouth to tear open a previously unnoticed condom. I can’t even remember the last time we used one, but it’s not Ryan I’m fucking tonight. He slides it over my erection carefully, and Jeff takes it upon himself to liberally apply the lubricant. He’s still sitting on my legs, and they’re starting to get numb, but he’ll be up soon, so I don’t say anything. Once I’m prepared, however, we all hesitate. This isn’t necessarily new territory for Ryan and I, and I don’t know Jeff’s past, but yet we’re still at a bit of a loss. Eventually Ryan runs a hand through his hair, smiling, and leans forward to kiss Jeff softly, taking his hips and guiding him down onto my shaft. And even though I’m still feeling twinges of jealousy, I have to admit that it’s really fucking hot. When I enter him, Jeff slams his eyes shut, gasping into Ryan’s mouth, one hand clutching his shoulder tightly, the other one gripping my arm just as hard. I want to watch, but he feels so damn good; I squeeze my eyes shut tight and focus on his heat surrounding me. After a moment, Ryan sits back, fondling himself, and I open my eyes. Jeff is grinning at me. He moves both hands to my shoulders, fingers lightly digging into the flesh as he begins to move up and down, maddeningly slowly. He’s so tight. I grasp his hips, reaching up to kiss him again. Ryan growls, low, and I feel his hand on my neck, ripping me away from Jeff to kiss me hard. His lips travel across my jaw to my neck, finding that spot just under my ear and sucking, marking me as his. Jeff’s breathing is hot and sweet over my skin as he lays his forehead against my temple, tiny whining noises issuing from his slightly parted lips. Ryan is still touching himself, and I feel like we’re neglecting him, so I slide my hand over the cushion and up the inside of his thigh until I have him against my palm. Ryan lets me stroke him for a minute before batting my hand away with a playful snarl. “I want him,” he says against my neck. Jeff sucks in a breath; I feel his eyes flutter closed, his lashes tickling my cheek. One hand leaves my shoulder, fingers trailing down my arm in a blind search for Ryan’s cock, but Ryan pushes him away. “No,” he says, simply, and takes Jeff’s arm, guiding his whole body down. I know what he wants, so I pull out of Jeff and shift, pushing him down on hands and knees as I rearrange myself behind him. His head is practically in Ryan’s lap. I meet Ryan’s eyes and push back inside Jeff, loving the feel of him shuddering beneath me. Ryan watches me through half closed eyes, smiling dangerously as he threads his fingers through Jeff’s hair, coaxing him down, sliding deep down his throat, almost in retaliation for my own actions. Jeff swallows his length with ease. I’m impressed and thrust into him faster. For some reason, that makes Jeff laugh, a garbled, muffled sound around Ryan’s dick. Ryan groans loudly, and his other hand digs into Jeff’s hair as well now, fingers twining and tugging the soft, black locks. He slides sideways, leaning heavily into the back of the couch and fights to keep his eyes on me. I could never last long when Ryan looks at me like that, so I shut my eyes tight, but now all I can hear is the sharp slap of skin on skin, Ryan’s heavy breaths and the thick, wet sound of Jeff’s mouth over Ryan’s cock, and it’s not helping. I’m far too close far too quickly. I bend low over Jeff, keeping my eyes shut, and reach underneath him, taking his erection in my hand and stroking him roughly. Ryan is murmuring to himself, a deep rumble, and I imagine I can feel the vibrations traveling from his throat to his cock, straight through Jeff, settling deep inside me. I slam into Jeff harder, faster, squeezing him almost painfully tight. I hear him remove his mouth from Ryan with a slick pop and then his short, whining cries. Ryan is there, suddenly, leaning over Jeff, tilting my chin up and guiding my mouth to his, kissing me hard and long, tasting me, his tongue sliding over mine and along the ridges of my teeth. His hand slides over the back of my head, holding me in place, gripping hard enough to hurt, but that just makes it better, and I can’t hold on any longer. I shove Ryan away and wrap one arm around Jeff’s chest, sinking into him, my forehead resting against the back of his neck to breath in the scents of sex and sweat. I readjust my hand on his cock and tug him twice, hard and fast, and he’s crying out and pulsing around me, and I’m moaning softly, clutching him tight to me as I find my own release. I can’t breathe for a moment; dark spots dance in front of my eyes and I lay, spent and panting against Jeff’s back. A full minute passes where I just work on drawing in each breath and letting it out, cooling the sweat that’s making Jeff’s skin shine. He shifts, wordlessly, and I lift my weight off him, sitting back on my heels and pulling out of him to strip off my condom and fling it on the coffee table. When I return my gaze to the others, Jeff is laid out flat on his stomach, and I think that he’s trying muster up the energy to finish Ryan off, fingering the base of his cock, lips inches from the head. Ryan smiles at me, lazily now, in a way that tells me that watching us was almost better than getting off himself. “I love you,” he mouths silently, and I only grin back, just as warmed by those words as I was when he’d first spoken them a decade ago. I slide to the ground and crawl to him now, getting there just as Jeff takes Ryan back into his mouth. I want to make him feel good; I want to thank him for suggesting this, for going through with it despite how hard it must have been to watch at times. So, while Jeff deep throats him, I lean over to lay wet, open mouthed kisses along Ryan’s thigh, working my way up and in. Ryan spreads his legs slightly, inviting me as he lays his head against the back of the couch again. We never take our eyes off each other, not when my lips brush Jeff’s over Ryan’s cock or when I move down, licking his balls and taking them in my mouth, sucking lightly. Ryan’s done almost instantly. He tenses and then pushes Jeff away, pulling me over and pressing his cock against my lips, slick with Jeff’s saliva. I take him in eagerly because I know he wants it be me who’s throat he comes down, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Afterward I sit, slumped against the front of the couch, my cheek pillowed on Ryan’s thigh, finding the need to catch my breath all over again. Ryan runs his fingers through my hair, petting me almost lovingly, and I close my eyes and smile. I think I’m almost dozing when a sudden movement from Jeff startles me. My eyes flip open, and I watch him move about the room, gathering his clothes and redressing slowly. “Where are you going?” Ryan asks, his voice soft and low. Jeff smirks down at him, and I feel like he’s hiding something, but when he speaks, his voice is light, with that almost but not quite bite to it that makes my cock twitch every time he opens his mouth. “I think it’s time for me to go,” he says. His eyes go from Ryan to me, and the smirk widens. “But this was fun.” Ryan nods and slumps a bit further into the couch, fighting back a yawn. He nudges me a little with his knee. “Walk him out?” he asks. I mumble a sleepy affirmative and stand, obeying without thought. I start to look for my pants, but Jeff is there, holding them out to me, still smiling. When I take them, his fingers linger on mine for just a moment too long. He’s quiet when we walk outside. He stands with me when I pause in the doorway to light a cigarette. He watches me, eyes flashing in the flare of my lighter’s flame. I take a drag and then turn, and we walk together to his car. “This was fun,” I say after a moment, echoing his earlier words. He hums a little indistinct response, smiling and nodding. And then, mostly because nothing else is coming to mind, I say, “We should do it again some time.” Jeff laughs, low and deprecating, and looks to me out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t think so,” he says, lips twitching into a smirk. I almost feel guilty, but I force it down and remark without emotion, “I’m never leaving him.” “And now I know that,” he replies with a smile still tinting his voice. At least he’s not upset or at least pretending not to be. When we get to his car, we both fall silent, me staring at the shining silver handle of the sedan, him watching me. “Greg...” he says, softly, after a moment. I look up at him, wondering if he wants to kiss me, and hoping I won’t have to tell him no. It’s different now. Ryan’s not here, and it would feel too much like cheating. But instead he holds out a hand. “Can I get a drag on that?” Shock makes me hesitate, and then I’m passing the cigarette to him, smiling. He draws the smoke in expertly, and I wonder what else I don’t know about him. “See you,” he says once he’s handed it back. He climbs in his car, and less than a minute later he’s nothing more than tail lights at the end of the street. I stare after him for a moment and then look to my cigarette, only half smoked. I fling it into the street and light a new one. Ryan is just inside, sitting at the bottom of the staircase, still unashamedly naked, when I go back in the house. He smiles when he sees me, and his eyes drop to my cigarette. I sit beside him and pass it to him unprompted. “What’d you guys talk about?” he asks, giving it back. I shrug and then smile. “I think we scared him.” Ryan laughs, turning to look at me, eyes shining. “Good,” he says with just a hint of that possessiveness I love. He stands and takes my hand, helping me to my feet as well and then drawing me up the stairs. “Ready for sleep?” I ask, passing the cigarette to him once more. He chuckles again, and his hand tightens around mine. “Ready for bed...” He holds the cigarette out for me, and I take it , laughing myself and then kissing his bare shoulder. “You’re insatiable,” I mutter, smiling. “Only for you,” he says. We reach the upper landing and he pauses before leaning down and kissing me gently. When he pulls back, he grins, all traces of softness gone, and hooks two fingers in my belt loop to tug me toward the bedroom. End 04/29/06