Crawling Into Bed With Laura Harner (Cliff
and Ryan)
And a Good Book
Hey
there Laura. I see you brought company.
Hi Lee. Wow…it’s sort of
unusual to see you in such a big room. I’m used to our little chats. It makes
me feel all grown up and everything. *peers over Lee’s shoulder* uhm…where’s
Havan?
Havan?
She's probably lurking around somewhere. There were cookies, so she might just
have….
Havan: um…yeah, the key
word there was “were” *blushes*
Help yourselves to coffee.
Oooh, thanks for the
coffee! *sips and sighs* I hope you don’t mind if Cliff and Ryan answer your
questions? They promised to behave themselves.
Havan: Ryan and
Cliff?!?!? Heck-to-the-no we don’t mind…um *looks at Lee* I mean of course we
don’t mind extra hands…and mouths…and legs…and other things…
Well,
they do have a certain appeal. Let's give it a shot, huh? Important things
first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Ryan: *snort* Who the
hell uses silk sheets? These are even
better. I got these at the fancy French
store down the street.
Cliff: *frowns* You did?
I thought they were cotton…
Ryan: *laughs* Idiot. They
are cotton. I got them at Tar-gét.
Cliff: *swipes Ryan on
the back of the head*
*mouths
tar-jay** Eyes Laura* What are you wearing?
Cliff: *raises sheet to
take a long look*
Ryan: *hand slides under
the sheet, begins a slow pumping motion*
Cliff: *growls and reaches
for lube*
Laura: *clears throat*
Lee:*wipes
brow*
What
are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Ryan and Cliff: Mmmmm…
Laura: All right you two,
knock it off. I told Lee you’d answer a few questions.
Ryan: It’s not our fault
he sent us under the sheets.
Cliff: Rhino has a point.
*turns to look at Lee* If you wanted us to remain focused, you should have
started somewhere else.
If
I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Rhino: Well, it would have
been the lube if Cliff hadn’t already taken it out on the last question!
Cliff: *clears throat*
Uhm…there might be handcuffs in there, still.
Do
you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the
night?
Ryan: Covers?
Cliff: Yeah, I can’t say
we use covers. We only have a sheet on because Laura made us for the interview.
Can
I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Ryan: Can I put my
handcuffs on your wrists and spank you?
Cliff: huh…mind if I
watch?
Ryan: Oh baby, I’m
counting on it.
*blinks*
Why does he have handcuffs?
Havan: Why wouldn’t he
have handcuffs?
Don't answer that! What are we reading?
Blurb:
Navy SEALs Cliff “Snides”
Snyder and Ryan “Rhino” Matthews have been moving comfortably in each other’s
worlds for two decades. Best friends since attending BUDs twenty years earlier,
and despite playing for different teams, they’re often accused of acting like
an old married couple—much to their amusement.
Assigned to shore duty
for his final tour before retirement and without Ryan to anchor him, Cliff’s
restlessness leads him to a local club and hands-on research that leaves him in
a compromising position and a witness to murder—signaling the abrupt end of his
Navy career. Needing a place to lay low and lick his wounds, Cliff visits his
old friends at the Willow Springs Ranch while he considers making cowboy his
new job title.
After six long months on
deployment, Rhino returns to San Diego—only to discover Cliff’s gone dark and
the unlikely words ‘poor judgment’ are hanging in the air. Despite the offer of
a prestigious assignment, Ryan opts to track down his best friend first and
finds him at the WSR…along with more questions than he ever expected. With the
most coveted orders for a SEAL dangling, twenty years of service under his
belt, and Cliff determined to move on without him, decisions must be made.
Ryan is certain he has
the perfect solution going forward, but Cliff knows he must face the fallout of
his actions alone—and the one thing he’s determined to do is protect Ryan from
making the biggest mistake of his career—even if it costs Cliff everything. You
know what they say—the only easy day was yesterday.
Excerpt:
Cliff
stumbled a little in the dark of his bedroom, reluctant to turn on the lights
and ruin his night vision. It had been a long while since he’d had so much to
drink—or felt so relaxed. There was definitely something to be said about being
on the WSR, away from anyone who might know him or what he did for a living.
In their careers, it was conceivable they could be
targeted for one of their field actions or just by virtue of being Navy SEALs.
Just like the cops who’d enjoyed harassing him once they’d discovered his
profession. Some people needed to try to knock down others to feel good about
themselves. But here? He and Ryan were just a couple more guys.
He stripped to his boxers and tossed his jeans onto
the chair before pulling back the covers on the king-sized bed. A shudder raced
up his spine, and for just a moment, he remembered the frustration and
helplessness of the situation when he’d been trapped on the other bed…listening
to those fucking punks. His stomach clenched at the thought of Gentry and
Draco. Their bodies had been removed by the time the cops saw fit to release
him from the alcove, but he’d never forget listening to their last moments or
the blood that soaked the floor when he’d been led through the office to the
stairs. Ryan would eventually ask for details about how they died—especially
Draco, since they’d been friends—but they’d both learned to compartmentalize
death a long time ago.
That didn’t mean they weren’t affected by loss, but
there was a time and a place to mourn, to say good-bye, and it wasn’t while the
battle raged. Despite several warnings from the DA and lead investigator, Cliff
would like nothing more than to hunt down those gangbangers and make them
pay…and Ryan would be more than happy to help. He recognized the danger in
those thoughts, as well.
Blowing out a breath at the loss of his mellow mood
of a few minutes ago, Cliff moved silently on bare feet to open the bedroom
door and listened. The quiet murmur of television voices from behind Ryan’s
door would mask any noise he might make. Hell, Rhino was probably passed out on
his bed already.
Cliff padded to the refrigerator, considered then
dismissed the idea of another beer. He had a long drive ahead of him in the
morning. Grabbing a bottle of water instead, he drank half down in one long
pull.
Turning, he found Ryan standing near the counter,
watching him. With the moonlight streaming in through the window providing the
only illumination, his friend’s face was difficult to read, but his naked body
was a little hard to miss.
“Want some?” Cliff held the bottle of water in
Ryan’s direction.
With a nod, Ryan took the bottle and finished it
off. With a perfect aim, even in the near total darkness, he tossed the empty
into the wastebasket. “And the crowd goes wild.”
“Idiot,” Cliff said, opening the fridge for two
more bottles of water. Once again passing a bottle to Ryan, he started to head
back to the bedroom. Ryan’s hand on his arm stopped him.
“I…uh…had a good time tonight.” Ryan’s words
weren’t slurred, but there was a lazy cadence beneath the stilted delivery that
spoke of too much tequila.
“Yeah, me too. Ty and Cass are good folk. They’ve
made this place a good home for a lot of guys who needed a fresh start.”
“Is that what you’re thinking of doing? A fresh
start out here as some kind of cowboy? ’Cause, man…I could see the attraction.
You out here surrounded by all those hot guys—I mean obviously not the couples,
but there were at least half of them in there single, right?”
Cliff laughed softly at Ryan’s concern for his love
life. “Yeah…sorry about that. I didn’t even think about how you might have
felt…surrounded by all those guys.” He studied Ryan’s face. “You weren’t
offended, right? I mean you’ve been to gay clubs with me and it’s never
bothered you…”
“Offended? Nah…why would I be? You never were
offended at the straight clubs, right?” His hand tightened on Cliff’s forearm,
and he seemed to weave a little on his feet.
“Hey, Rhino, come on. You need to get some sleep—”
“Are we having a bromance?” Ryan blurted.
“A bromance?” Cliff laughed, and Ryan’s eyes
narrowed. Oh boy, never laugh at a drunk who thinks he’s making an important
point.
“Yeah, a bromance. Where two guys hang out all the
time, like the same shit, would probably fuck each other if they were both
gay—or if one of them was female.”
Fighting off more laughter, Cliff nodded. “Sure,
you can call it that. Come on, princess, let’s get you to bed.”
Ryan didn’t yield when Cliff tried to pull his arm
free in order to lead him toward the bedrooms. “What do you think? Should I
take the orders?”
“What, are you nuts? You’ve been waiting for those
orders your whole career.”
“Yeah, that’s the problem…my whole career.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“You’re not the only one eligible to retire. Just
because you had two years prior service in the Marines before you joined the
Navy, you’ve got more time in service than me, but yeah…it’s been twenty years
this month. I don’t know if I want one more tour. That’s another four or five
years, in order to retire at the new pay grade I’d no doubt pick up in the next
year or two.
“True, but it’s also more money when you do retire.
And, Rhino…it’s Six.” He referred to
the DEVGRU unit by their unofficial name, hoping to jar a little sense into his
friend.
Squeezing his arm a little, Ryan leaned in, as if
imparting a great secret. “You should be there.”
Cliff shook his head. “That’s done. We don’t even
need to think about it. I just gotta figure what I want to do next.”
“See, Snides…that’s the thing. If I have to wait
another four or five years before I retire and you move on, you’re going to get
too fucking far ahead. I don’t like that. ’Sides, that’d mean no more football
or watching NCIS. You’d get to see
all the episodes of So You Think You Can
Dance without me telling you how gay that is.”
“Ha, now I know you’re drunk. We only watch that
because you like the women’s skimpy outfits. You probably need to quit hanging
out with me and spend the next six months of your training cycle finding the
right little woman and getting laid on a regular basis. Hell, get a wife! Then
you’ll be all set for retirement when you’re done with the next tour. She can
cook your sorry ass dinner, wash your clothes… Yep…you need a wife.”
“Fuck that shit. I’d sooner fuck you than ever get
married again. In fact—”
Time seemed to stop, as if they both needed a
moment to absorb the truth of those words.
“Careful what you wish for, Ryan,” Cliff said, his
voice a ragged whisper. His cock went rock hard, ignoring every warning he
could throw out that this wasn’t going to happen. Ryan was drunk, and they both
were horny, but this was a line neither of them needed to cross. Too much was
at stake for a little temporary relief. Guilt and regret could kill a friendship.
Even as all the reasons they needed to walk away
raced through his mind, the moment stretched. For once Cliff had no idea what
Ryan was thinking. Cliff started to pull his arm away again. Rhino shifted his
grip and guided their joined hands to brush over Ryan’s hard cock.
“Not going here with you, Ry. Not worth a
friendship.”
“Won’t cost anything. You weren’t wrong to try it,
you know.”
“Try? What are you—”
Ryan’s hand closed around Cliff’s erection. “To try
a little bondage. To let someone else take control.”
Cliff jerked his hips to free his cock. “Is that
what you think? That I enjoyed lying there while—”
“Don’t be stupid, Cliff. Of course not—not that
night—not there. But here? Oh yeah…suck my cock, baby. Come on, we both want
this tonight.”
Ryan didn’t know what the fuck he was talking
about. Sure Cliff had been at Draco’s to find out more about the lifestyle.
Ryan above everyone should know that even though they played on different
teams, they were both dominant men, both used to being in absolute control. He
had to make Ryan shut up, to stop this foolishness before he said things they’d
both regret come morning.
Twisting roughly away, he body slammed Ryan against
the wall. A small smile lingered over the other man’s mouth, and Cliff bent in,
not to taste it, and definitely not to feel those familiar lips pressed against
his…but to wipe away the knowing, mocking smile.
Their mouths crashed together, a fusion of teeth
and tongues, of malty beer and tart tequila, and an underlying touch of
cinnamon. With his hands pressed to the wall on either side of Ryan’s head,
Cliff leaned down, taking advantage of their height difference. Ryan’s face
tilted up, his hands sliding over Cliff’s bare chest to pinch his nipples.
Ahhh…he wanted to shout. Fire raced through his
nerves as the little buds burned and the heat streaked straight to his cock and
tightened his balls. Ryan took advantage of Cliff’s momentary distraction and
snaked an arm up, his fingers twisting in Cliff’s hair and holding him tight
while he plundered Cliff’s mouth. With his pulse thundering erratically, he
lost himself in Ryan's kiss. Closing his eyes, he leaned into Ryan, their hips
brushed together and a hard cock pressed against his. Ryan’s tongue slid over
Cliff’s, teased the roof of his mouth, teeth scraping over lips. Cliff moaned
as desire built.
Ryan gave another hard tweak to his nip then
scraped his nails through Cliff’s chest hair and up to his shoulder to apply a
not-so-subtle downward pressure. Using his hair like a handle, he pulled Cliff’s
head back from the kiss.
“Now, Cliff, baby. I want you on your knees.” He
released Cliff’s hair and started pressing down. “You’ve always said no one can
give a better blow job than another man…show me.”
They were almost the same height, just a couple of
inches separating them, but right now, the way Rhino looked at him, pushed at
him to drop to his knees and bend to his will, was fucking sexy. The two of
them had been friends for twenty years, yet this was a road they’d never even
remotely discussed traveling together.
A distant part of his mind sensed the danger,
worried their friendship wouldn’t survive the morning light if he capitulated,
but damn… Cliff had never seen Ryan like this. Commanding bordering on
arrogant? Sure—but never aimed in his direction. It had always been the two of
them together…going through training, facing battle, taking out bad guys.
Either of them could quell the arguments of others with a look. When they
walked into a room of civilians, people stared. They’d both been told their
confidence was sexy…
Why was Cliff only seeing this side of Ryan now?
Was it all drink? That made no sense—they’d been drunk together plenty of
times. Seen each other naked a thousand times. Hell—they’d seen each other
hard, too. He could recall quite clearly the apartment they’d shared fresh out
of BUDs and—and the night Rhino had overlooked the lanyard hanging on Cliff’s
door and stumbled in to catch sight of Cliff’s dick shoved down some guy’s
throat. Ryan had teased him for weeks before Cliff finally told him guys really
knew what another man wanted. The sonofabitch was using his own words against
him.
The horny ass had just come off mission and
probably needed to get off and didn’t care who sucked him. Or was there
something more?
For fuck’s sake. I can’t just
stand here all night thinking about it.
Ryan’s eyelids were heavy, almost lazy as he
blinked up at him, and his mouth curved up on one side, as if he’d been
following Cliff’s jumbled thoughts. He pressed down once again, and this time,
Cliff followed the silent direction and dropped to his knees, ignoring the sexy
as sin moan of satisfaction from Ryan when he thought he’d won.
There was nothing subtle about the way he drew the
tip of Ryan’s cock into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the fat, leaking
tip and got his first salty taste as he sucked hard…almost too hard.
Ryan dragged in a breath, then grabbed Cliff’s
hair, holding him in place for a long minute. Finally, he placed his palms on
Cliff’s cheeks and tilted his face, a silent command to look up. When he did,
Cliff inhaled sharply at the hungry, almost possessive look.
Ryan’s eyes narrowed as he traced his thumbs over
Cliff’s mouth, his lips stretched around the heavy swollen cock. “That’s not
the way this is going to go, Cliff. This isn’t a race, and nobody’s being
punished. Show me you want this, baby…”
Fuck. If Ryan called him baby one more time with that
little growl in his voice, Cliff might just fucking shoot right here and now.
Closing his eyes in order to break whatever spell
Ryan wove over the two of them, Cliff slowly started to move, savoring the
taste and feel of Ryan’s shaft before pulling off with a wet pop. He buried his
face between Ryan’s legs, forcing him to widen his stance. He pressed against
the coarse hair at Ryan’s groin with his fingers, thumbs behind his balls,
creating a perfect frame with his hands. Nuzzling in for a moment, he captured
the unique smell of Ryan, breathing deeply, memorizing. Drawing his sac forward,
Cliff dragged his tongue over the sensitive skin, following the wrinkles and
ridges, using the pattern of Ryan’s ragged breathing to guide his movements. He
pulled one of the orbs gently into his mouth and sucked, enjoying the way Ryan
moaned for him. Cliff repeated the process then took the whole sac into his
mouth, his cheeks stretched to their limits, tongue separating the fragile
balls, massaging, teasing.
Ryan’s knees wobbled a little when Cliff released
his sac to move back up his cock, laving, stroking.
“That’s it…good. So good,” Ryan murmured, his voice
like black velvet.
A thrill of excitement swirled low in Cliff’s belly
at Ryan’s tone. Nothing in his life could have prepared him for this—the
forbidden thrill of taking his best friend in his mouth, making him weak with
need. He moved his mouth faster, licking up drops of pre-cum with his own moan
of pleasure.
Ryan’s big hand wrapped around the back of his
neck, pulling him forward, encouraging him to take more, pushing his hips
forward in time to Cliff’s sucking. His heart thundered uncontrollably as Ryan
continued to encourage him with “Yeah, baby” and “So good.”
The dialogue would have sounded cheesy in a porn
video, but the endearments seemed to go right to Cliff’s dick. He worked a hand
inside his boxers, stroking himself as he continued to suck and lick Ryan. His
gaze traveled up Ryan’s hard body, caressing each curve and swell of the
chiseled pecs and tight abs. He knew the brutal workouts that put each of those
muscles in place. For years they’d worked side by side as they sweated and
pushed each other, dragged each other through sand and water. They’d held each
other and cried when they’d lost their first teammate. And the second…
They’d stared into each other’s eyes, and with no
need to speak their thoughts aloud, had shared both agony and exhilaration.
Now, he was here, on his knees, and taking his best friend somewhere he’d never
been before—and dear lord, don’t let it be something that would cost them both.
“Stay right here, Cliff—focus on me,” Ryan said.
The hand in his hair tightened, then he was held in place as Ryan pushed
deeper, cutting off Cliff’s breath for half a second—just long enough to let
him know who was in control of this blow job.
“Just like that, Cliff. Going to do it again—”
Cliff’s throat spasmed around the thick cock as
Ryan repeated the move, holding him in place longer, his prick deeper than the
last time.
“So good, baby. Don’t stop,” Ryan ordered.
Wrapping one hand around Ryan’s ass, Cliff took him
again, pulling Ryan forward, groaning as the fist in his hair tightened,
holding him captive until his eyes stung with the need to breathe.
“One more time,” Ryan said, only giving Cliff a
moment to suck in another breath. He shoved his cock deep, his legs trembling
with the effort it took to remain upright, even propped against the wall.
When he released Cliff this time, he could have
sworn Ryan whispered, “Good boy,” which given he was both older and bigger,
made no sense. Bobbing his mouth more quickly now, a raw noise ripped from his
throat as Ryan pistoned into his mouth. Cliff’s fist flew over his own cock as
he dug his fingers into the fleshy globe of Ryan’s ass, encouraging him to go
faster, pound harder.
The muscles beneath his fingers grew impossibly tight
as Ryan lost his rhythm and his breath rushed out in a harsh grunt. Hot cum
coated his tongue and spurted down his throat, the first shot all it took to
trigger his own release. They finished on gasping moans of mutual pleasure.
“Fuck, yeah,” Ryan sighed. He looped his hands
under Cliff’s pits and dragged him up into a quick, hard kiss. He stroked
Cliff’s dick through his wet boxers, as if he’d actually intended to do
anything about it. When he found evidence of Cliff’s release, he gave a light
squeeze.
“Hmm…we might need to work on your control next
time.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice, and Cliff was painfully
reminded of just how much Ryan had to drink earlier.
There wasn’t a chance in hell his best friend would
forget what they’d just done, but there was very little room for doubt how this
would play out. This was the beginning of the end of a friendship that meant
more than any quick blow job. No fuck was worth the price he’d just paid. Cliff
twisted away, mumbled a quick good night, then retreated to his room. The lock
made a satisfying click as it turned.
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