Suds

Ryo slammed the door behind him and threw the handful of files on the nearest available piece of furniture. As fastidious as he was, he didn’t care that they immediately slid off the chair to form a haphazard pile on the floor. His tie, unceremoniously yanked from around his throat, soon joined the mess. His shoes followed.

“Dee?” Ryo strode for the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, “Dee, you home?” His car was there. After spending several weeks on an undercover assignment and subsequently getting sick (it was wet at the docks after all) the chief had allowed him time to recuperate.

A light scent tickled Ryo’s nose as he entered the bedroom which he discovered came from the many candles his life partner had placed throughout the master bath. Dee was stretched out in the tub, surrounded by bubbles (who would have thought he liked bubble baths?) and was apparently asleep. A half-glass of wine was beside his hand where he had it draped over the tub edge. Seeing him for a moment, Ryo’s annoyance faded. He had just come from the scene of a robbery at one of the city’s upscale jewelry stores. With J.J. as his temporary partner (he was so glad J.J. and Drake where a couple now it made working with him easier) Ryo had interviewed the elder brother, half of a two-man family operation. The man told of the robbery in a quiet British accent and gave Ryo a near perfect description of the perp right down to the tattoo on his forearm showing a dagger speared though a rose. The man was very polite and thanked Ryo for his time, something the young detective seldom if ever heard.

The younger brother however was a different matter. Brash to the point of obnoxious and smoking a thick cigar (probably Cuban and therefore illegal, thank you very much) he bellowed and cursed and nearly knocked J.J. over with several sharp slaps to his back. Upon learning Ryo’s last name was MacLean he laughed and said, “McClane, huh? A New York City detective named McClane? You tell me your first name is John and I’m going to piss in my pants!” He followed it by an overloud laugh as though he’d made the funniest joke imaginable.

Ryo could not believe the two were related.

His thoughts left the incident of this morning and once again focused on Dee.

He should know better, falling asleep in the tub with lit candles all around? But somehow as cute as he looked, Ryo couldn’t stay angry. “Dee, wake up.” Ryo strode into the bathroom. You should know better.”

Dee moaned slightly but didn’t move.

“Dee?” A Ryo went to lean over him, Dee’s eyes opened full of mischief and before Ryo could react Dee grasped his arm and pulled him forward.

“Dee!” For a brief moment, Ryo thought he’d hit the wall face-first but Dee expertly held him up, guiding his body down into the water and turning Ryo to face him at the same time.
“Welcome home, sexy,” Dee voice was a low growl.

“Dee my clothes!”

“And don’t you look just deliciously hot all wet like this?”

His face flushed, Ryo tried to dredge up some anger but couldn’t. Surrounded by warm water and the fragrant suds, Ryo felt himself truly relax.

“Now let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”

“You horn-dog!”

“Now where have I heard that before?”

Before Ryo could figure out how he’d accomplished it or even how to react Dee had his shirt and pants off. He flung them away and each smacked wetly against the bathroom wall.

“Dee Laytner--!” Dee cut off all protest as his mouth hungrily devoured Ryo’s own. Ryo pushed feebly against Dee’s muscular shoulders even as he welcomed the rough intrusion of Dee’s tongue deep into the warm reaches of his mouth. Dee broke off the kiss, leaving Ryo breathless and trembling as his dark-haired lover lowered his mouth to Ryo’s left nipple and sank his teeth into the flesh.

“Dee!” Again Dee claimed his mouth, running his tongue along his lower lip, sucking it deep into his own mouth. Ryo whimpered as his hands plunged into the dark silk of Dee’s hair. As quickly as he had begun, Dee was at Ryo’s nipples again, his tongue laving, sucking and nibbling around the tender area.

“Dee! Oh Dee!” Ryo cried as Dee drew him against the slick warmth of his body his teeth sank into side of Ryo’s neck. Ryo had once heard giving passion marks was cliché but he didn’t care. It felt so good, arousal burned through every nerve in him culminating at his groin, making his cock swell in an almost painful arousal.

“Ryo,” Dee kissed him deeply again. “Come here baby; let me show you how sexy I think you are.”

Dee positioned the head of his cock at Ryo’s opening and entered him with one powerful thrust. Ryo cried out then bit down hard on his lower lip. His hands grasped in an almost desperation on Dee’s shoulders. Dee’s powerful thrusts shoving him against the back of the tub, water splashed over the side, suds churning with their frantic movements. Bodies slick with sweat which intermingled with the sweet scent of the bubble bath.

“Oh baby, you’re so damn sexy,” Dee growled between clenched teeth. “I love you Ryo you want me to fuck you hard?”

“Oh yes, Dee yes!” Ryo’s hands grasped the firm globes of Dee’s ass forcing him against his groin. Water continued wash over the sides, splashing against their faces, wetting their hair and plastering it against glistening skin. Dee buried his tongue in Ryo’s mouth and his hard cock in Ryo’s ass.

“Come for me baby,” Dee demanded of him. “Come for me you sexy Japanese boy!”

“Yes!” The climax took Ryo hard, ripping through him causing his body to buck wildly underneath his green-eyed lover.

Ryo fell hard, almost slipping underneath what was left of the water but Dee as always held him up, and continuing to pound into him until Dee’s own seed filled him. Dee collapsed against Ryo, their breath labored. It was the only sound in the room. Steam rose around them in an intimate caress. After a time when their breathing slowed, Ryo chuckled.

“Something funny?” Dee asked.

Ryo smiled and didn’t open his eyes. Then again he didn’t need to. He knew what condition the bathroom was in. “I am not cleaning this mess up.”