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Jack isn't really bothered by having to share a stake out vehicle with Ryan but it is eerily quiet. Ryan's a weird guy and while he's not really 'new' to the crew, only recently has he been helping out with bigger jobs and hanging out with the top five. Top six now, Jack supposes. They've been in need of a demolition man after all. Michael is good but he's better at other things and often times, they need him doing those things instead.
Despite his weirdness and impatience and, well, a lot of other flaws, Ryan's a nice guy. Nice in a serial killer kind of way. Jack isn't sure where she's going with this train of thought.
"Hey, Ryan," Gavin speaks up over the headset. In the foreground, Michael can very plainly be heard as well.
"He's gonna fuckin' eat you, Gav," he warns.
"He can 'eat' me any time he wants," Ray murmurs nearly inaudibility. Jack can tell right now this isn't going to go great for anyone involved. In fact, she sort of wants to get out of the car just so she won't have to be a part of it.
"Hm?" Ryan replies without much interest. He's more concerned with watching for their target than he is with amusing the already piss bored lads.
"Question for you," Gavin says nonchalantly.
"You're so dead," Michael laughs in the background.
"I'm going to regret it but go ahead," Ryan assures. They're all going to regret it, Jack's sure.
"Are you an ass or a tits man?" he finally asks. Yep, this is a terrible discussion. Jack shakes her head, crossing her arms irritably over her chest and very bluntly ignoring the curious look Ryan gives her. She's sad to say this is a pretty normal thing around here.
"Jesus Christ," Jack sighs just to assure Gavin knows she is, in fact, still here and listening.
"Aside from Jack obviously," Gavin promises. "Who has neither." Michael laughs louder but oddly enough, Jack isn't amused.
"Speak for yourself," Geoff adds in halfly.
"Holy shit dude, you're just asking for it now," Michael giggles. "You gonna die."
"Gavin," Ryan says after a moment. "I'm fond of all protrusions on a lady," he assures calmly.
"Like, even a penis?" Gavin asks. Jack rolls her eyes, turning her attention out the side window in annoyance. She gets it. It's a joke because no lady anywhere has a penis, right? And finding one on a lady would be disgusting or something. Funny.
"If you can find one on a lady, I'm all about it," Ryan agrees without hesitation. This, honestly, startles Jack a little. She had expected him to laugh it off or, worse still, say something even more offensive. Jack looks at him questioningly and Ryan just shrugs. It's not altogether clear if this is just another joke to get Gavin off the topic or if he's actually aware of the connotations, though. It's more likely the first but it is Ryan. He's a smart guy, far smarter than Gavin, and Jack can't say she'd be surprised if it was the second.
Jack feels herself blush faintly not so much over the fact that, hey, maybe Ryan isn't extraordinarily transphobic, but rather what Ryan seems to vaguely suggest about it. Ryan's a handsome guy, after all. She shakes it off quickly, not allowing herself to get worked up over something that was clearly a joke.
"Wait," Gavin murmurs. "Are you gay, Ry?" It's much harder to stop herself from getting worked up over Gavin's idiocy. She's going to kill him. She really is. Instead of answering, however, Ryan moves to get out of the car and Jack watches him unsurely. Maybe Ryan's going to kill him first.
"Hey! You! Yeah you! I'm gonna bust your fucking teeth out!"
"Uh," Jack says slowly. "Ryan has eyes on the target. Now he has hands on the target. Now he's beating the target mercilessly."
"Alrighty," Geoff sings lazily. "Good job everyone. Let's head home."
"I got his wallet, Jack!" Ryan calls out, waving his illy required goods for Jack to see like he's some kind of over eager puppy. He holds their target by the collar with the other hand, probably dead now and soaked in his own blood. Jack definitely wouldn't use the term 'nice' but he's not a complete asshole. He's certainly not a fuckboy like Gavin. More importantly, though, she's glad he's on their side.
"He only had twelve dollars on him, what kind of shit is that?"
- x -
"Hurry up, Gavin," Ray hisses shortly as the three lads do their best to finish tagging the front of a jewelry store in the middle of the night. Jack and Ryan are just here for support though fairly, if the cops show this is a situation to high tail it home as opposed to trying to face down. Still, unless one of them accidentally trips an alarm, they should be fine. No one in Los Santos is going to risk their necks for reporting something like this.
"Kinda cute, eh?" Ryan offers quietly as he reaches into his pocket for a box of cigarettes.
"'Cute'. Right," she scoffs back. The lads can be cute when they want to be but now is not that time. They're irritably shouting at each other in hushed tones and covered in several shades of spray paint. This is largely because they keep spraying each other. It's one storefront. One.
"Mm?" Ryan offers a cigarette from his box that Jack accepts without stall. She'll quit smoking when she quits the FAKE crew. Politely, Ryan offers the flame of his lighter as well and she leans in enough to start up the end of her cigarette.
"There's not a fucking 'c' in 'fake', you fucking dipshit," Michael hisses. Ryan pockets his lighter again after pushing his mask aside enough to smoke and Jack shakes her head. If they wanted to get anything done, they should have separated and hit different targets but no, the lads like doing stuff together. Ryan apparently does, too.
"It's not a 'c'," Gavin argues. "It's the legs of the 'k'. Look."
"It looks like a 'c'," Ray agrees. "What the fuck is a 'falce'?"
"It's not a 'c'!" Gavin yips.
"You know, I used to think Geoff was a mastermind," Ryan mentions offhandedly. "But now that I know him, he's just a drunk. How the hell have you guys managed to control Los Santos this long." Jack snorts a laugh.
"Don't let our constant and spectacular failures fool you, we're very competent criminals," she insists. Working together forces them out of their comfort zones and thus, into inevitable failure, but this is all for fun. When serious work needs to be done, it gets done. "Cross Geoff and he'll cut your throat."
"I feel like that'd be very ambitious of him," Ryan promises. As much as he talks, Jack isn't worried about him. He's been with the FAKE for years and proves himself loyal if not a little eccentric. There have been a few incidents but if anything, Ryan does it for a laugh.
"That's what he wants you to think," Jack says simply. Ryan grins and then he laughs. God he's cute. Even now, Jack is pretty annoyed at herself for developing a crush on Ryan so quickly over a joke comment.
"Oh shit! Gavin!" Michael shouts. They're all at attention immediately. "You triggered the alarm!"
"I didn't!" Gavin squaks back.
"Oh man," Ray sighs loudly. "Dude! You broke the fucking glass! That triggers the alarm!"
"Wot‽ How was I supposed to know‽"
"Time to go," Ryan states plainly. He flicks his half finished cigarette to the ground and rubs it out with his foot as he fixes his mask again. Jack tosses hers away as well before hurriedly following him across the street. Police sirens sound from a distance and close in swiftly.
Ryan grabs Ray right off the bat and shoves him down the alley while Jack grabs Gavin by the back of the shirt to 'help' him along. Michael follows them easily. He's an escape artist of his own invention and doesn't need any help. Ryan leads them for the time being, exiting out the other side of the alley and securing a vehicle instantly. He breaks the window open and gestures to Jack fondly.
"It's all yours," Ryan assures.
"That's so sweet," Gavin coos teasingly.
"Suck his dick," Ray hollers.
"You get in the fucking back," Ryan snaps as he goes about corralling the lads into the bed of the truck. Jack swiftly goes about hot wiring the front. By now, she doesn't even need thirty seconds, especially not with a piece of shit like this.
"Keep your heads down and maybe you'll be fine," Ryan scoffs as he manhandles the lads over the edge of the truck bed. They complain faintly at the treatment but don't make any moves to argue with him. Once 'safely' in, Ryan hops in the cab with Jack. The police don't seem to be looking for them as of now but with 'don't fuck the falce' spray painted on the window, it's just a matter of time.
Jack decides to get them out of here before that. Fortunately the truck Ryan has picked has some amount of go to it. She'll never get used to having to drive crappy cars like this after being spoiled so well by Geoff. After all, she's the only one he'll let drive his Audi.
"To the next target, then?" Ryan suggests gladly.
"Oh what? Really?" Jack scoffs back.
"The police are already distracted so why not?" Ryan insists. "And we have a getaway vehicle now."
"Yeah," Jack sighs. "Fine. Whatever."
- x -
It's not that Jack dislikes Ray it's just that they don't have a lot in common. They smoke weed together sometimes and, uh, yeah, that's basically it. If they have anything else in common, she'd be completely surprised. Still, Ray is quiet and it's easy for them to sit around comfortably. Well, fly around comfortably. For now, they're just waiting for the signal to drop Ray in and grab the goods. Ryan will pick him up from the ground.
"So, did you watch the game last night?" Jack offers in some form of conversation.
"You mean did I see our team throw nine interceptions and try a hail Mary before halftime?" Ray answers with a snort. "God, that was bad."
"Yeah it was," Jack agrees. "Only lost two hundred this year. I mean, last year they had eleven interceptions and fourteen turnovers. Which, really, doesn't even sound possible."
"Dude, why do you always bet on Los Santos, anyways? They're literally the worst team in the division," Ray laughs.
"They gotta win eventually," she says simply. "And when they do, mama's gonna rake in those sweet, sweet one to a hundred odds."
"That's like, two grand? I don't get it," he jokes.
"More like twenty grand," Jack promises.
"I get it," Ray answers with a whistle. They lapse back into silence again. The guys are taking a long time down there. It would be nice to hear something from them but Jack supposes it's better they don't. They'll certainly hear if something goes wrong.
"So," Ray mimics somewhat awkwardly. "You're friends with Ryan, right?"
"Am I?" Jack replies. This is news to her. She may be crushing on him hard but Ryan doesn't really seem like the 'friend' kind of guy. He tends to keep to himself when they're not on jobs, even keeping his old, sort of shitty apartment instead of moving into the nice one Geoff offered. Jack sort of understands, she could use a break from the crew on occasion too, but Ryan is just a private guy overall.
"I mean, he hasn't threatened you with violence yet," Ray points out. Jack isn't sure that makes them friends. In fact, Ryan seems to do that mostly out of fondness. Also anger but mostly fondness.
"What about it?" Jack asks instead of debating this any further. Ray adjusts a little unsurely.
"Well, uh, I was just wondering if you knew if he was, you know, straight?" Ray questions awkwardly. Holy shit, Ray's crushing on Ryan, too. Jack doesn't know what to say. Honestly, she should probably tell him she is too and avoid any hard feelings but that feels kind of like a dick move. She's not sure she's ever seen Ray crush on anyone and to take this away from him- she'd feel so bad.
"I- I don't know," Jack admits. "I mean, I guess he did say he was down with dick?"
"Liking dick on a lady doesn't make him gay," Ray answers sourly.
"Trust me, I know," Jack murmurs under her breath. "Are you- are you thinking about asking him out?"
"Maybe," Ray says quietly. "If he's not- yeah." Jack feels simultaneously proud of Ray for the effort and horrified that she hasn't even thought of asking Ryan out yet. Though fairly, there is a big difference between them. At least Ryan would be expecting what's in Ray's pants.
Furthermore, as Jack thinks about it, Ryan seems to like Ray a lot. It's obvious all at once how Ryan tends to prioritise Ray's safety over the other lads' and the very noticeable way he watches Ray from both a distance and up close. Oh man, those 'cute' comments seem a lot less friendly now and way more affectionate. Jack is rightfully and extraordinarily disappointed.
"I mean, yeah. You should go for it," Jack finds herself saying even if she doesn't want to. In fact, she sort of wants to push Ray out the chopper and if Ray knew she was crushing on him, too, he'd probably feel the same. Who is she kidding, Ray is so nonconfrontal, if she said anything, he'd back off. She can't say anything.
"Yeah?" Ray replies with a nervous grin.
"Ryan's an open minded guy," Jack assures. "I'm sure the worse that'll happen is he'll refuse."
"Yeah," Ray snorts. "Right. Or fucking kill me."
"Come on, it's Ryan," Jack persuades and she has no idea why. The last thing she should be doing is encouraging him. "He's like a lap Doberman."
"Yeah, and Dobermen bite when startled," Ray murmurs with a sigh. Jack is fairly certain Ryan wouldn't react that negatively to being asked out by a guy. In fact, they don't even know that he's straight. Hey, Geoff looks like a scary kind of guy and he's bi. If anything, Ryan snapping back would be an immediate alert that he has to go.
Jack wouldn't put money on it.
"Thanks, though, I guess," Ray says. "And, uh, don't tell anyone please. This is so gay. Like the epitome of gay."
"Course," Jack agrees. "Don't worry about it."
- x -
Jack watches absent mindedly as Michael tries to figure out how to get past the high tech safe's control panel. They have all the time in the world considering the owner of said safe is already dead and therefore, she isn't too worried. Instead, she's more concerned with Ryan and to a further extent, Ray.
"I am too fucking dumb for this, holy shit," Michael says in complete confusion and defeat. "I was an electrician, holy shit."
"You think Ryan would pick Ray over me?" Jack asks into the open. Michael looks at her halfly but doesn't offer much of a reply as he goes back to struggling with the wiring. "I mean, anyone would pick Ray over me, look at him. He's like- dainty and cute."
"Dude, are you crushing on Ryan?" Michael questions curiously. "Dude's a fucking freak, Jack, capitol everything."
"He's not- yeah, I know," Jack sighs. Fairly, he's really no worse than the rest of them. "I mean, his face makes up for it though."
"The face he hides ninety percent of the time?" Michael snorts. He curses under his breath as he shocks himself again and immediately takes a fouler mood. "Fuckin'- look, you could do better. You're like, ridiculously hot, Jack."
"Thanks," Jack says sarcastically. "That didn't answer my question even remotely."
"What do you want me to say?" Michael huffs back loudly with a variety of wires in both hands. "You and Ray are both my friends, Ray more so than you, and honestly, Ryan looks like the kind of guy that would cut both of you into pieces and chuck them in the ocean."
"No," Jack says in disbelief. "Ryan's more of a burn the body kind of guy, anyways."
"Oh yeah, that's better," Michael assures with false enthusiasm.
"So is that a no, then?" Jack questions. She isn't sure it matters, really, it's not like Ryan knows she has a crush on him. This is all so inane. They're not in high school anymore and, god, Jack hated high school.
"Is that a-? Christ, Jack," Michael sighs irritably. "So you're fucking fat, okay? I seriously doubt that's the reason Ryan would pick Ray over you. Ryan's a big dude. He looks like he likes more cushion for the pushin'."
"I have no idea why I thought you would be helpful," Jack says mostly to herself.
"Me either!" Michael agrees. "If it makes you feel better, Ryan doesn't exactly look like a cradle robber, either, you know? Ray might be a bit young for him. If, you know, he's even into dudes which, no, I don't know. Christ, everyone wants to fuck the new guy."
"Everyone?" Jack asks swiftly. She moves to take the wires from Michael and he gladly hands them over.
"Everyone being you and Ray. And maybe Gavin when he's drunk. And apparently Lindsay's already been all over that which is-" Michael stops to shake his head. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Right," Jack replies with some degree of relief. Things were already not in her favour. She wires up the panel with ease, reconnecting some wires Michael had needlessly cut and crossing a few others.
"Holy shit!" Michael yelps as the safe opens. "You knew how to open it from the start‽"
"Not really," Jack shrugs. "Looked like smart car motherboard. I took a guess." Michael makes a loud, disgruntled noise.
- x -
Staying at Ryan's place is really weird. It's mostly weird because Jack expected it to be weird and it's not. In fact, it's painfully normal in every word. She stays with him because Geoff's sky rise is under investigation and subsequently, so are all of their apartments. Geoff always works it out, but it means everyone has to find a place to stay for a few days. Michael and Gavin stay with Lindsay, Geoff stays in an overpriced hotel, Ray in his safehouse, and Jack with Ryan.
She could have, and should have, taken up Geoff's offer to join him in the hotel but here she is. Ryan had offered and she wasn't going to say no. The guest bedroom is very nice, she'll admit, with its own bathroom and everything. It's dressed up nice, too, lots of fancy pillows and there's a painting on the wall even.
Who knew Ryan was so normal?
Ryan seems to spend most his time in the living room where he's set up his extensive computers which makes it easy to bump into him several times a day. He's even less talkative when he's at his computer, though, and it's pretty awkward to just wander through Ryan's home. Overall, Jack doesn't make a habit of hanging around. Instead, she wastes her time in a near by bar placing bets on games she knows nothing about and casually drinking. Ryan doesn't mind.
He's up at all hours of the night anyways, Jack finds out the hard way. She's just about to head out again, this time to a club Gavin had mentioned some time ago that she's never found time to check out, when she discovers very quickly Ryan isn't at his computer. Instead, he's perched quietly on the couch. Fortunately, the couch faces away from the hall and therefore, he probably doesn't see her.
Ryan, to continue the weirdness of his home life, doesn't seem to wear his mask around, either and only seems to wear paint if he'd already been out that day. His mop of dirty blonde hair is plainly visible over the back of the couch and when he glances over his shoulder curiously, so is his uncovered face. Jack instinctively hides herself around the corner and Ryan appears to still be unaware of her presence.
Holy shit, he's masturbating.
What kind of person jerks off in their livingroom? What the fuck, Ryan? Jesus Christ, he probably doesn't know she's here right now. He had been napping when she'd come home. Or maybe he absolutely knows she's here and just doesn't care. Jack isn't sure what to do. She peers back out again cautiously and gets a good look at the TV screen.
That's definitely porn. From a downward point of view, a very androgynous looking face chokes down dick. Honestly, this annoys Jack even more. She can't tell the gender of said actor and furthermore, said person is blonde anyways otherwise known as not a redhead and definitely not a brunette, either. Jack admits she might be looking a little too hard into this but come on, Ryan is totally the kind of nerd who'd be into that 'subconscious' stuff.
Okay, now they're actually being choked.
Jack supposes the 'normalcy' had to end somewhere. Ryan inhales audible and Jack blushes hard. Christ, is that the kind of thing he's into? Would she even let him try something like that? Probably not, that sounds scary and dangerous, but hey, Jack considers herself an open minded person.
"You can come out," Ryan says plainly. Jack's heart jumps into her throat all at once. This is bad. It wasn't like she meant to stumble upon him masturbating. She doesn't come out immediately, first trying to think of a good excuse for having been here. She hadn't even seen his dick, what's the problem?
"Sorry," Ray's voice. It's then that Jack realises Ryan wasn't talking to her. She nearly sighs out loud. "Who fucking jerks off in their living room, anyways?" Good fucking question!
"The nice television is in here," Ryan assures simply as he pauses the video. "Also, it's my living room." Ray looks at the screen halfly before averting his eyes elsewhere, anywhere but Ryan. He's doing his damned best not to look and Jack has nothing but kudos for him.
"Want to join me?"
Jack freezes and so does Ray. Is he serious? It's difficult to tell with Ryan sometimes. Does he even know that Ray likes him?
"Are you- are you for real?" Ray asks tentatively. "That's- mega gay, man."
"No," Ryan promises and then the sound of his zipper. "I was joking. I don't really think masturbating is a team effort."
"You've obviously never been in a jerk circle," Ray insists.
"Why are you in my apartment again?" Ryan inquires shortly. He's obviously a little annoyed at having been interrupted. Still, he turns the TV off without the intention of returning to it.
"Geoff wanted me to come get Jack. She's not answering her phone again," Ray explains. Of course she's not answering her phone, Geoff is a pain in the ass basically all the time. She has better things to do than listen to him drunkenly ramble.
"I don't know if she's here," Ryan says simply. "Check the guest room."
"And yet you still decided to whack it in the living room?" Ray offers with a raised brow.
"Again, it is my living room," Ryan points out. "Jack's a grown woman, I'm sure she's seen her fair amount of penises." He doesn't know the half of it.
"Maybe she'd help you get off," Ray jokes but it's sour on the back of his tongue. If Ryan notices, he doesn't mention it.
"Again, not a team sport."
Jack hurries back to her room to pretend to have been doing anything else.
- x -
Jack watches dejectedly as Ryan and Ray converse semi-privately in front of the skyrise doors. Michael's bringing the car around leaving them to hang for a few minutes before heading off to their criminal activity. Geoff takes this time to pin Gavin down in a headlock to stop him from fucking anything up before the day even begins and Gavin complains loudly.
Obviously Ray is taking this time to ask Ryan out. Jack wishes him luck but if it doesn't turn out for him, well, she won't be that distraught. She doesn't want to see him fail but she'll definitely be let down if he succeeds. It's a hard place to be in. Regardless, Jack doesn't have any hard feelings. Ray had the guts to ask first and that's all there is to it.
"Hey Jack," Geoff says and Jack looks at him without the slightest hint of amusement. She's really not in the mood for his 'affectionate' bullying today. "A new bar opened up in the sleazy part of town. Thought we'd go down there and do some hustling, have some drinks, maybe jack a car while we're there."
"Why?" Jack questions shortly. "There are plenty of bars around here."
"Well fucking whatever! We'll go to one around here, then. Suck the fun out of everything why don't you?" Geoff scoffs and in the same movement, squeezes Gavin harder. Gavin struggles to try to free himself, squawking loudly all the while.
"Believe it or not, Geoff, pass," Jack assures. Whatever ridiculous situation Geoff's trying to drag her into, she's not interested in. "I'd really rather just stay home tonight." And probably masturbate until she's over Ryan or something.
"God, everything has to be difficult with you, doesn't it?" Geoff says irritably.
"As difficult as it is for you to get your dick up," Jack agrees as she nonchalantly goes back to watching Ryan and Ray.
"I know, dusty cunts like yours make my dick wicked soft," Geoff rebuttals immediately.
"Maybe if you stopped trying to suck your own dick and learn how to pleasure a woman that wouldn't be an issue," Jack says with a shrug.
"You're such a fucking bitch, Jack," Geoff huffs when he clearly doesn't have anymore snarky replies.
"Suck a dick, Geoff," Jack answers. "Preferably not your own."
- x -
Once again, Jack finds herself paired up with Ray for most of their job. It doesn't happen that often but it's not like either of them mind, either. This time, they sit on a roof together. Jack is listening for any radio signal and Ray is sniping as many people from inside the building as he can. Ryan and Gavin are on an opposite roof with similar tasks while Geoff and Michael work extraction.
Ray isn't in any different of a mood than usual but that's not exactly out of the ordinary. He really isn't the kind of person to get excited over something as silly as a date.
"Did you get your date with Ryan?" Jack asks curiously.
"Huh?" Ray says and then, "oh," and "no."
"Oh," Jack replies. Before she jumps to any conclusions, she follows this up with, "did he turn you down?"
"Nah," Ray assures quietly as he starts to reload his rifle again. "I decided not to ask him. Too much trouble, you know? Besides, I could at least wait until I know 'im better." Know him better? That could be months especially considering neither Ray or Ryan tend to talk a lot about themselves. Jack isn't going to wait months to find out if Ryan's going to turn Ray down or not.
"Ray, I," Jack begins steadily. "If you're not going to ask him out, I am." Ray stops what he's doing to look at her. Sure enough, it probably passes his mind to shove her off the building. She doesn't blame him. After a moment, though, Ray smiles faintly.
"Yeah," he says. "I mean, go for it. I'm not gonna stop you." That wasn't exactly Jack's concern. However, Ray doesn't seem too upset about it. They're both adults, after all, and it's not like she's going behind his back and seducing Ryan or something.
"If he turns out to be a serial killer or something, better you than me, huh?" Ray jokes stiffly. He's been talking to Michael obviously.
"Promise me you'll keep Geoff away from my grave," Jack jokes back and Ray offers her a small two finger salute.
- x -
Jack is sure to give Ray plenty of time to potentially change his mind and ask Ryan out first. It's not surprising when he doesn't. Ray is rarely interested in competing over something so pointless and like she had guessed, he backed off immediately. She doesn't feel that bad about it considering she had given him ample chance.
Of course, Jack also has enough sense to wait until they're alone, too, which is more difficult than it seems. The lads would only make this more difficult and Geoff has ruined enough of her dates that she might actually sucker punch him if he tries it again. It's only a matter of time before she and Ryan are squeezed into an unmarked car together for the inconspicuous ride home post heist gone horribly wrong.
Ryan sits in the passenger's seat picking glass out of his arm as they drive in relative silence. He looks worse for the wear but his mood is light and amused. It never seems to matter to Ryan if they succeed or not; he's just in it for the thrill. He's a junkie of more than one kind but he usually hides it well.
"If you want to wait, I have a first aid kit at the apartment with antiseptic. It'll probably hurt less," Jack offers. Ryan pulls an unusually long sliver of glass from under his skin and grins from under his broken mask.
"Nah, that'll take too long," he assures. "It's not that bad." It's fucking gross, Jack can say that. He's not bleeding much anymore and fortunately, none of the glass he picks out of his arm seem to be big enough to make him bleed further. She's not sure he's going to be able to get it all out with his fingers alone. For the time being, though, she doesn't say anything else about it.
"If you're not too busy ripping glass out of your skin later, maybe we could go out for drinks?" Jack suggests casually. She figures she should just get it over with already, quick and to the point.
"Eh, I don't really drink, Jack," Ryan answers. Instant rejection, okay. Well, at least she tried. “Dinner would be much better.”
“You’re a fucking dick,” Jack sighs. Ryan laughs.
“How about that French place down town?” he offers. “Expensive and far away from anywhere the lads hang out. Not to mention probably too far for Geoff to walk it.”
“You might actually be a genius, Ryan,” Jack compliments with an amused noise on her tongue.
“Well,” Ryan replies modestly. “Yeah. Say six?”
“Yeah,” Jack agrees. Wow, she’s actually really excited. That was- that was way too easy. “Just to be clear, this is a date, right?”
“Yes Jack,” Ryan assures. “This is, in fact, a date.” He’s amused by it but Jack is shockingly not. No, someone like Ryan wouldn’t have to worry about something like that. Granted, if he does try to stand her up she’ll rip his fucking throat out with her bare hands but that probably goes without saying.
"Ow," Ryan hisses suddenly and Jack automatically glances at him. "Ah. Splinter," he murmurs as his arm continues to be completely full of glass. This is the dork she has a crush on. She can not believe.
- x -
Jack goes for the 'fancy but not too fancy' look; short skirt, nice belt, nice shirt, nice everything actually. God, she's hot. She has to take a moment just to appreciate herself in the mirror, honestly. The heels might be a little much, Jack isn't a small woman to begin with, but they do make her legs look great. Plus, the rest of the crew being shorter than her is always great.
Without a doubt, she's still very excited. It's been months since she's been on a date, people tend to find well known gangsters to be intimidating, and she hasn't been intimate with anyone since, well, she can't really remember. It had to have been before her 'transformation'. The all too real threat of violence has largely prevented her from even bothering. However, the magnum under her skirt eases some of that worry. The semi-auto pistol under her shirt doesn't ease anything but it feels nice. The knives are just for show and cons. And dismemberment.
Yeah, Jack feels good about this.
Right on the dot of six, Ryan sends her a text letting her know he's out front. Jack grabs her clutch quickly and her keys before heading out of her apartment and down the elevator. Sure enough, there's Ryan with a car that is very clearly not his. He looks nice. Jack didn't know he owned anything other than that cruddy leather jacket. He's even washed his face, she's absolutely amazed. She's less amazed by the mask he wears catty-cornered, however.
"You own a suit," Jack comments with a smile. Ryan pushes away from the car to straighten out the lapels of said suit proudly.
"Geoff mentioned you like fancy so here I am," he says and does a little spin. "Fancy."
"You look nice," Jack assures. She pats out a small wrinkle in his arm and he coasts his hand along the small of her back naturally.
"As do you," Ryan compliments gladly. He grins as he twirls a set of keys into his fingers out of no where. "Wanna drive?"
"This is Michael's car," she states plainly.
"Borrowed it," Ryan insists. "Didn't think a motorcycle was classy."
"Borrowed as in borrowed or as in he's going to put his fist down your throat?" Jack asks. Ryan quirks an interested brown for a moment before shaking his head.
"Borrowed as in he has like eighteen cars, I doubt he'll miss one," Ryan promises with a quirk of the lips. Jack snatches the keys from him.
"You're funeral," she jokes. As she makes her way around, Ryan hops into the passenger's seat. Michael always has nice looking cars but they don't always run great, Jack's glad to say this isn't one of them. Ryan obviously knows what he's doing. Much like Ryan, Jack already knows Los Santos like the back of her hand. After all, having to run from police on a daily basis teaches one all the extra nooks and crannies of any city. The engine purrs like a beauty and Jack might just have to buy this one off Michael’s hands.
While Jack considers herself a much safer driver than anyone else in the crew, it isn’t by much. Of course, the upside of that is Ryan isn’t exactly a safe driver either and doesn’t even flinch when she takes a shortcut down the wrong side of the road let alone when she drifts into a parking space perhaps a little faster than suggested. Actually, it’s kind of nice not to have a date that’ll throw up immediately afterward. That’s one woman Jack never got a second date from.
Ryan only brushes himself off when he gets out the car. Jack takes the moment to quickly check her make up as Ryan walks around the car to open her door for her. Still flawless as to be expected. She takes Ryan's hand gladly as he politely helps her out the car. Even from here, it’s obvious the restaurant is fairly packed and bustling busy. This means little to Ryan as he simply leads her through to the front.
Unsurprisingly, his reservation name is the gun in his jacket and they’re seated immediately. Jack is sure it’s less the gun itself, everyone has guns in Los Santos, but the very clear and unmistakable emblem on it’s handle. It was simple, either give them a table or they’ll blow up the entire god damn building. Granted, Jack can’t promise Ryan won’t do that anyways. He has some issues with- uh, everything.
Jack looks around as they’re seated. It really is extraordinarily fancy, she’ll say that. There’s a guy playing violin and everything. The lady very clearly getting face from her boyfriend is slightly less fancy but it is Los Santos so no surprises there. She averts her attention back when the waiter nervously places menus for them with obvious knowledge of who they are. Ryan makes an effort not to show his face often so Jack appreciates him having a clean face today. As much as she’s used to it, she wants a date with Ryan not fucking skull man.
Besides, his face is cute.
Ryan looks over the menu and Jack does the same. Wow, she can’t read any of this. French had never really been her strong suit. Mostly because she never took French. The words she can pick out purely by coincidence don’t look particularly appealing, either. She likes French food. However, she isn't sure she'll like 'surprise testicle bull'- whatever that even means.
“May I interest you in a glass of wine?” a passing waiter offers vaguely and holds the bottle up to show them the label. At least that’s in English. Oddly enough, the label also seem to only read ‘wine’ repeatedly with no information give. Yeah, they’re still in Los Santos.
“Please,” Jack agrees and he places a glass down to pour her a drink.
“Water,” Ryan says shortly.
“Of course, sir,” he replies and leaves to likely do so. Jack swallows down half her glass right off the bat. Ryan turns his menu sideways curiously before putting it down and glancing around like he’s displeased.
“This isn’t French,” he comments halfly. “Now I don’t know French, but I can assure you without a doubt this is the furthest thing from French.”
“Can you assure that?” Jack inquires with an amused smile.
“Well, for starters,” Ryan begins. “This is a weird jargon of Spanish and Russian which, though I’m not sure, probably isn’t French.”
“You’re probably right,” Jack agrees.
“Next,” he continues. “I’m going to blow my god damn brains out if I have to listen to this violin for another god damn second.”
"Is that what that noise is?” she replies curiously. Ryan stands and she watches him with faint amusement as he approaches said violin player. She’s pretty sure this date is actually over but now that she thinks about it, what a boring date this would have been. They’re far enough away that she can’t hear any discussion but the ‘music’ stops abruptly and as Ryan walks back towards her, she can see him twirling his knife between his fingers. Instead of sitting, he leans down to whisper in her ear.
“What do you say we multitask?” he offers with that ridiculous half smirk. Jack rolls her eyes and reaches to finish off her glass of wine.
“Did you plan for this?” Jack asks pointedly.
“Nah,” Ryan responds as he twists his mask around back where it rightfully belongs. He’s withdrawing his gun before she has time to offer a solid reply. Fairly, she hadn’t even considered refusing. What can she say? It was never any question; they’re cut from the same fabric. Putting her glass down, she unsheathes the pistol at her ribs in an easy movement with assistance from her deep v-neck.
“Alright! Everyone get down!”
“You heard the lady! Wallets up, heads down!”
“I don’t want to hurt anybody! He does!”
- x -
Jack laughs when they finally lose the cops. They've managed to wedge themselves in a dark alley where, unfortunately, it would have been very hard to escape from if they'd been found. That being said, they're in the clear and Ryan joins her laughter as he takes his mask off. Now that was a date. Jack glances over her shoulder, examining the shattered back window shortly.
"Michael's gonna be pissed," she assures. Ryan peers back with an arched brow before shrugging casually.
"I'm sure he won't notice," he insists. "That'll buff out." They both laugh again. He scrounges through their loot for anything interesting. It's mostly cash and jewelry but as usual, it's never about the money. From the makeshift bag, Ryan pulls two necklaces.
"Diamonds or pearls?" he offers. "Or both."
"Diamonds," Jack replies gladly and Ryan drops the pearl necklace in order to grasp the chosen one with both hands. He leans over the middle console of the car to hold it up for her. Jack pushes her hair up and leans to meet him. As he draws it around her neck, they catch eyes.
It's the adrenaline, the thrill, that excites them, that's all. Ryan latches the chain and Jack quickly moves away after he does. She does not need to be blushing like a teenager right now. As if to distract, she flips the mirror down to check herself out. It's a pretty necklace though admittedly a bit cheap and probably fake. There's no complaining here.
"You look nice," Ryan says. Jack looks to him only to discover Ryan has put on the pearl one. "But I look better." She laughs hard. He checks himself out dramatically before apparently deciding it's not for him and taking it off again. They sit quietly for a while, catching their breath and coming down from the high of the thrill. It doesn't hurt to assure the cops are gone, either.
After a few minutes, though, Ryan speaks again.
"Guess I should get this back before Michael notices it's missing," he comments.
"Are you serious?" Jack answers in amusement. "He's going to notice." Again, Ryan glances at the back windshield. He looks to her for a moment then sits back again.
"Nah," he assures. Jack shakes her head. It takes some maneuvering to back out of the alley but she manages without fucking the car up any further. From there, it's a quiet ride back to the skyrise. She had fun tonight and hopefully, so did Ryan. If they could do this again- Jack wouldn't complain.
She parks out front, more or less where Ryan had picked her up from. The cool night air greets her as she gets out and Ryan climbs out mostly just to change seats. Jack holds the keys out for him with a mute smile and Ryan takes them after a moment. He looks at them and then up towards the top of the building.
"Thanks," Jack says gladly. "This was- I don't want to say 'nice' but it was fun." Ryan gives a slight shrug of agreement, lips twisted into a nonchalant smile. Time to kiss him. Now. Or now. Now? She's too nervous.
"Yeah," Ryan murmurs. "I'll see you later, then," he says but it's more of a statement than a question. They work together, of course he'll see her.
"Yeah," Jack echoes. She hesitates a bit before gesturing to the front doors vaguely. "Do you- want to come in?" Okay, not a kiss but close enough. Ryan smirks but he just nods like he was waiting for her to offer. Jack isn't much for sleeping on the first date but she's known Ryan for months and can make an exception whenever she damn well wants.
Ryan follows her in and to the elevator. She's getting ahead of herself. Inviting him in doesn't necessarily equal sex. The elevator doors barely have time to close before Ryan is in her space. He takes her chin in his hand without hesitation and kisses her hard. Oh thank god. She doesn't kiss back immediately but when he pulls away, she follows him a little. Ryan glances over her face shortly before kissing her again, softer.
Jack honestly doesn't have a preference. Ryan's lips are warm and vaguely cigarette flavoured and she loves it. She kisses back eagerly and this seems to kick him back into his aggression, pressing against her with bruising force and pushing her tongue against the floor of her mouth. Jack threads her fingers in his hair to hold him closer and the rural grunt he makes is ridiculously hot.
When the doors open, Jack makes a half hearted attempt to break away and Ryan chases her down desperately. She tilts her head back a little but the movement only urges Ryan to kiss her throat instead. God. They migrate somewhat inelegantly towards her apartment in small bursts, stopping periodically just to keep kissing. Ryan growls when she pulls his hair and Jack decides right there she wants to hear that again.
The worst part is trying to get her door open. It ends up being too difficult to do with her back against it and she has to turn herself around to actually work the key in. Ryan presses against her back instantly, his hands on her hips and his mouth on her neck. When she gets the door open finally, she grabs him by his tie and yanks him inside to slam the door closed behind him.
Ryan shoves her against the wall harder than really necessary but Jack barely notices. He doesn't kiss anything like she thought he would. She thought he'd be methodical and searching but he's just needy and wanting. Oddly enough, Jack is alright with this. Honestly, she'd probably be happy just kissing all night but Ryan cups her breasts warmly and she realises no she wouldn't.
Jack moans into him and Ryan gets the hint bright and clear. He moves to kiss the top of her throat again, sucking little spots that make her shiver, and pushes his hands under the cloth of her shirt. It's a fucking fantastic sensation to have Ryan's hands on her chest. Nobody's really touched them before, not since she got them.
"Christ, Ryan," she gasps as he pushes the collar of her shirt down under her tits. Ryan kisses her cleavage affectionately, his fingers toying with the lace that line the edges and his tongue traces her collarbone. Jack tugs his hair again and Ryan rolls his head into it faintly, a softer groan on his throat.
Ryan pulls the edges of her bra down to expose her breasts and she shudders out another moan as he kneads her chest fondly, rolling her nipples between his fingers like he's so skilled at this. When he runs his tongue over one, her knees nearly buckle.
"Oh god," Jack groans and she covers her mouth with one hand.
"You can call me Ryan," he assures against her skin. Jack snorts out a laugh.
"Shut up," she replies amusedly. "Fuckin' weirdo." Ryan smiles a little. He coasts his lips across her breasts and Jack moans loudly when he wraps his mouth around her nipple. Wow, his tongue is useful for a lot more than lying, that's for sure. She encourages him with a string of airy 'yes's and he responds enthusiastically, sucking and mouthing at the spot so nicely.
Ryan nips her breast faintly, not even a bite, and her skin jumps in pleasure. If she was covered in hickies tomorrow, she wouldn't even be upset. He moves to give a similar treatment to her other nipple and Jack has to bite her finger just to keep herself under control.
Initially when Ryan sinks lower, she doesn't think twice about it. It's only when he's on his knees and his hands are at the edge of her skirt does she remember, oh, right. Jack swallows nervously and tilts her head against the wall to support herself. Should she- give him a warning or something? Just don't freak out, Ryan. Just don't freak out.
Ryan pushes her skirt up with his thumbs and pauses in a way that makes Jack's heart lurch. He chuckles.
"Is this a gun or are you just happy to see me?" he teases as he runs his fingers under the strap of her holster. Jack laughs nervously. Ryan unstraps it for her and, fortunately, places it on the table beside them within her reach. After all, Ryan's a big guy. As he hikes her skirt up around her waist, Jack closes her eyes.
Ryan presses his mouth against the front of her panties and Jack cringes a bit. While he's oblivious to her nervousness, he's not oblivious to other things. He stops when he pulls her frilly panties aside.
"Uh," Ryan says faintly. "Question."
"Yeah?" Jack replies after swallowing her heart back down.
"How should I go about oral sex here?" he inquires curiously. Jack breathes out in relief. "Actually, that's question one b. Question one a is, would you even like me to perform oral sex on you?"
"God please," Jack groans.
"Really, Ryan's fine," he jokes again. Jack groans again, this time in discontent of his joke that was just as shitty the first time.
"You're not funny," she assures with a grin.
"Matter of opinion," Ryan counters and he smirks up at her with a wink. Jack quickly moves to adjust herself, shifting enough to pull the tape off of her cock and untuck it from between her legs. With all her blood running south anyways, that tape was holding on for dear life.
"You know how to suck dick, right?" Jack teases. Ryan only laughs. There's no hesitation at all, he strokes her a few times to complete firmness before placing his lips against the head. She definitely hasn't had anyone touch her cock intimately in years. Jack sort of regrets that now, it really is so great. More people should be like Ryan.
She leans a hand on the nearby table to brace herself on and leaves the other tangled in the back of Ryan's hair. He runs his tongue along her length before taking it in his mouth and running his hands up her hips. Why does he have to be so good with his tongue? At first, Ryan bobs his head conservatively but Jack twists his hair between her fingers and he sinks lower.
"Oh," Jack pants hotly. Ryan takes her down to the root with no trouble, nose pressed against her smooth pelvis. He sucks dick like a pro, wow. When she instinctively holds him there, he lets her and when she lets go, he pulls back slowly. Ryan laughs softly as he wipes some of the drool from his mouth with the palm of his hand.
"Good?" he questions.
"Great," Jack assures breathlessly. Ryan rolls his fingers over the dripping head, smearing precum between them and running them down her cock. He lays open mouthed kisses along the underside before swallowing her down again. It's deliberate if not teasing, Ryan tilting his head just enough that his throat spasms around her. He places his hand on the back of hers to encourage her to grab him more firmly. Jack takes the hint.
She tangles both hands into his hair and rolls her hips into him slowly, feeling his throat grasp her so willingly. Ryan adjusts himself with his hands just above her knees and his sharp blue eyes gazing up at her. Jack groans low in her throat. Wow, wow. His eyes flutter shut with each grind of her hips and he moans in such a sweet way.
"Jesus Christ, Ryan," Jack pants out. She bobs his head to a steady pace, fucking his throat to her leisure. Ryan looks like he couldn't be happier, either, practically slacked in her hands. Much to her displeasure, though, he pulls off before she gets the chance to cum. His lips are red and when he laughs a short laugh, it's hoarse. The thought of him not being able to talk properly tomorrow because of her is incredibly appealing.
Ryan entwines one of his hands with hers and using the wall, he gets back to his feet with the other. He kisses her again, a much wetter kiss that she leans into. Jack coasts her hands between them gladly, slipping her fingers into the waistband of his pants. It certainly wouldn't be fair to leave him wanting after that show. Ryan lets out a gravelly noise right against her ear when she rubs his hard on through his boxers and he kisses the spot behind her ear warmly.
Is that his dick? Holy shit, it's fucking huge.
"As comfortable as your entryway is, perhaps we could move somewhere else?" Ryan murmurs suggestively. Jack nods without thinking about it. She's going to need to sit down if he's going to keep this up. Ryan grasps her chin again, lips pressed against her warmly before stepping away a bit.
Jack's a little dazed but she shakes it off quick. Easily the best date she's had so far. She grabs her gun automatically before she heads down the stairs towards the living room. Ryan follows her, loosening his tie and pulling it off over his head in an easy move.
"I'm going to use your bathroom," Ryan comments and gestures his head in said direction as he takes off his blazer and tosses it on the couch. Jack nods. He smiles at her and she smiles back. Once the door's closed, Jack immediately reaches for the liquor cabinet. She yanks her skirt down as she hurriedly pours a shot of whiskey to swing back.
"Wow," she murmurs to herself. Ryan was not joking at all. Jack shoves the bottle away again and struts to her bedroom swiftly before Ryan finishes up. She tosses her guns in the bedside table along with her knives before shrugging out of her harness. Though she knows there's really no need to primp herself now, she does anyways. She fluffs her tits a bit and shimmies her skirt back into place before deciding to go ahead and just take her panties off all together.
Jack shoves her heels under the bed where she won't trip on them in the morning and slips her panties off to toss them somewhere else. She pats her hair down neatly and grins to herself. Wow. Ryan appears in the doorway after a few minutes, now partially undressed himself and thankfully, less bloody. His arm still looks pretty bad from earlier, but most of it is wrapped up anyways and he doesn't seem to care at all.
Ryan looks her over again and gives that smug little smirk before approaching her. Jack grabs one of the loops of his pants once he's close enough and he sits beside her gladly to continue their kissing. He's really good at that, too, Jack's sort of annoyed. Honestly, if he wasn't a mass murderer with extremely violent tendencies, he'd have it all. Everyone has their flaws.
Jack pulls at the front of his shirt, undoing the buttons as best as she can manage and Ryan returns the favour, reaching behind her to unsnap the clasp of her bra. He moves to kiss her jaw and throat once more, hands wandering over her chest in exploration. She kneads the nape of his neck with one hand and with the other, palms his dick.
"How do you want to do this?" Ryan asks hotly against her skin. Jack doesn't understand. Do what exactly? They're definitely doing something. Then she realises, oh, he probably means 'actual' sex, like penetrative sex. A bubble of panic rises to the back of Jack's throat. She hadn't thought this through that far and certainly hadn't considered anything like that. Thinking about it now, she comes to the conclusion very quickly that she doesn't like that idea at all. What was wrong with what they're doing now, anyways?
"I'd rather- not?" Jack replies unsurely. Ryan pulls away without hesitation, taking his hands off her completely and unfortunately, his lips, too. Fuck, she fucked it up. He nods faintly.
"Yeah, okay," Ryan agrees.
"Are you leaving?" Jack asks quickly. "I mean, we could do, uh, other stuff?"
"Yeah," Ryan says again. "Sure. I'm just gonna-" he gestures to his dick slightly. "Take care of this."
"I can do that," Jack assures to which Ryan looks confused.
"You said you don't want to do this?" he points out.
"No I- wait. What's 'this' exactly?" Jack questions before this gets any further away from her. She's pretty sure she's already messed everything up.
"Believe it or not, Jack, I was referring to sex," Ryan states matter of factly.
"That's what I thought," she snips back irritably. "I'd rather not- with that part." This only manages to make Ryan more confused, however.
"That part? Jack, that's- what does 'sex' infer to you?" he finally asks.
"Uh," Jack replies. "You putting your dick somewhere I don't actually want it?" Ryan holds his finger to his lips quietly for a moment. That obviously wasn't the correct answer.
"Mm, okay," Ryan says slowly. "First of all, what you said is not now nor will it ever be sex in any way, shape, or form," he assures. "Secondly, that's why I was asking you what you wanted. What are you comfortable with?"
"Oh," Jack answers quietly. Fairly, she's not exactly used to people, let alone guys, being so- courteous? She's not above breaking fingers or anything else for that matter. It's weird how quickly people learn to keep their hands to themselves when they don't have hands anymore.
"Jack," Ryan says with a faint chuckle. "What kind of guys have you been dating? By name, preferably. I will make their insides be on the outside."
"Trust me," Jack promises. "I would have beaten you to that." She leans into him again and he meets her mildly at first, a chaste kiss, before shifting to enter her personal space again. Jack trails her lips over his jaw warmly. "I still want to do 'this', just nothing, uh, penetrative? Down below. Okay?"
"Of course," Ryan agrees without any argument. She got a crush on the right person. Ryan tilts her head away from his jaw to kiss her lips yet again. Jack adjusts herself enough to undo the button and zipper of Ryan's slacks, dipping her hand into the opening to stroke his cock over his boxers. That thing is honestly ridiculous. She traces the outline with her fingers and Ryan lets out another growl she loves.
Ryan rolls his hips up to meet her hand eagerly and he returns the favour by rubbing her through her skirt. Jack rests her head on his shoulder, panting hotly against his skin as he coasts his hand under her skirt to stroke her cock between his fingers. She kisses his throat warmly and he just gives her more and more room to do as she pleases. He's very- yielding, actually; she's surprised. It's cute. She bites his Adam's apple and it urges a grunt from his lips.
"Ryan," Jack murmurs against his neck. "Wanna fuck my tits?"
"Oh, I would love that, Jack," Ryan groans. She leans to kiss his mouth again and he presses against her so fiercely she's nearly knocked back. It's not intentional at any rate. He really is just a giant nerd puppy. Jack ushers him to stand and Ryan breaks away from her lips with some difficulty, leaning over as long as possible without breaking contact.
Jack grins up at him, though, running her hand up his thigh and kneading his hard on between her fingers. Ryan lets out a gravelly sigh when she properly undoes the front of his slacks and coaxes his dick out through the opening of his boxers. She strokes him slowly, gathering the precum over her fingers and slicking his cock with it.
"Jack," Ryan groans appreciatively. Fondly, she presses her lips against the head and he shudders noticeably. There's no way she's going to even try to get her mouth around this thing, that's for certain, but she runs her tongue along the underside and it's honestly more than enough to make Ryan moan.
Eagerly, Jack shifts to sit on the very edge of the bed and straightens her back up to angle herself better. She'll admit, she's always sort of wanted to try this. Ryan watches her with heavy breathes on his tongue and a faint curve of a smile to his lips. Jack pulls him closer by his thighs to stand between her knees and fortunately their heights match up fairly well this way. She rubs his dick against her cleavage and the gesture pulls another hot growl from Ryan's throat.
Ryan feathers his fingers through her hair and Jack grins at him. She presses her breast together between her hands and squeezes them around Ryan's cock with a fair amount of pressure. He twitches his hips forward a touch and Jack gladly rubs her tits against him. With faint little movements, she rolls her back to thrust his cock between her plump breasts, urging heated groans from Ryan.
"How's that?" Jack asks as she teases her fingers over the head.
"Nice," Ryan assures inelegantly. "I mean, fuck Jack," he tries to correct with even less grace. Jack takes it as a compliment. It doesn't take a lot to make Ryan flub but it certainly takes a lot to eject his fancy vocabulary from his mouth. She presses her mouth to the head of his dick and runs her tongue over the slit. He makes a jerky motion forward, thrusting against her tits and shuddering in pleasure. Jack moves a little quicker.
"You can come on me," Jack says sultrily and presses her breasts together to apply more pressure. Ryan's fingers dig into the back of her head momentarily but he's careful not to pull her hair at all. He moans low and raspy in the back of his throat, thrusting into her breasts eagerly at the suggestion.
"Fuck," Ryan groans and the gravely noise punctuates his orgasm. Jack rolls her tits against him slowly and he pants quietly in the aftermath. Wow that was- wow. Of course, Ryan isn't quite done and he leans down to kiss her again heatedly. He ends up knocking her back with the force of it and Jack settles on her forearms comfortably.
"Oh," Jack moans as Ryan palms her aching cock. He kisses down her chest until she tosses her head back and when he runs his tongue over her breast, she shudders. Ryan laps the come off her chest as he runs a hand under her skirt and strokes her hard on between his fingers. "Christ, Ryan."
"This okay?" he asks against her hot skin. Jack hurriedly nods. It's so much better than okay. At the assurance, though, Ryan gladly keeps at it. He rolls one of her nipples with his tongue and with the same motion, guides his fingers across the head of her cock. Jack moans loudly under the attention, working her hips into his hand with every gesture.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she pants breathlessly. Ryan sucks a sensitive patch of skin on her cleavage and she comes right there. She has to catch her breath afterward, breathing heavily as Ryan softly mouths at her tits and palms the inside of her thigh.
"Wow," Jack murmurs.
"Thanks," Ryan replies smugly. She snorts an airy laugh as she lies flat on the bed and Ryan lies with her. He kisses her neck fondly and Jack's pretty sure she could fall asleep like this. After a few moments, Ryan gets the sense to at least pull himself completely onto the bed so Jack follows his example. They kiss warmly for a bit but Ryan's already half asleep. Men, honestly.
She supposes she can consider this a successful date.
- x -
Jack awakens to her mobile vibrating angrily on her side table. She reaches for it to check and upon discovering seven text messages from Geoff, ignores it. Instead, she tiredly rolls herself over and is met with Ryan's back. He's still here. Honestly, she's surprised about a lot of things. She had been so worried Ryan would freak out, she hadn't really considered anything else.
People like Ryan are hard to find in Los Santos especially considering how dangerous it is. Jack's felt in danger just walking through certain parts of town and she runs with the FAKE, easily the most respected gang in this shitty town. This concern still lingers, actually. Ryan may be fine with it but how many people would stop thinking of her as a woman if they knew? This really needs to stay between them. Not that she believes Ryan is going to run out and tell anyone, either.
Quietly, Jack traces the tattoos that line Ryan's spine. They're tally marks though she's not sure what for and she counts them as she runs her finger down his spine. Twenty, thirty, seventy, a hundred and then some. Ryan awakes gradually, glancing over his shoulder at her halfly before yawning and pushing a hand through his hair.
"For a cold blooded killer, you're very cute sometimes," she assures teasingly. Ryan arches a brow at her.
"For a medic who'd probably rip my throat out with her bare hands, you're very cute most the time," he answers.
"Most the time?" Jack inquires.
"All the time doesn't sound convincing," he insists. She laughs a little and leans down to kiss him. Ryan brushes his fingers through her hair softly, a gentle gesture that's surprising from him. Well, much less surprising after last night. Jack lies herself against his back closely and he breathes an easy breath like he's going to go back to sleep.
"Did you know I was trans, Ryan?" Jack asks quietly.
"I can't say I really thought about it," Ryan replies.
"So you didn't?" she confirms.
"I suppose not," he agrees. "Is there a problem?"
"Nah," Jack promises softly. "You were just really cool about it. Most people aren't."
"I'm a grown man, Jack," Ryan assures with a scoff of a laugh. "I've seen more than my fair share of penises."
"You've dated a lot of trans women, then?" Jack pries nosily. Ryan doesn't seem to mind.
"You'd be the first," he answers.
"Are you, you know, straight?" she murmurs, resting her head over his shoulder.
"I'm not picky," Ryan promises. "And I don't find it relevant."
"Huh," is all Jack says. He's a weird dude. Still, it's comforting to know. Jack isn't sure what she'd do if he was just one of those guys with a fetish to satisfy. She's unfortunately met guys like that- girls, too. It's just nice for once.
Ryan's nice.
Okay, maybe that's not the right word.
Jack settles her head over his shoulder and Ryan goes back to sleep easily. After a few minutes, she joins him. Geoff can wait a bit.