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Sneaking around was starting to get a little ridiculous.
At this point Ryker and Martin had established themselves as… Something.
It wasn’t love.
It wasn’t romance.
It wasn’t dating.
They both just had needs, and figured they could make an arrangement to fulfill those needs. It also just happened to be that they fulfilled those needs for each other very well . It had gotten to the point that with every argument they got in, they tended to then ‘settle’ it with a round of sex. Most of the time following the pattern of Ryker getting too lippy with Martin, and Martin proceeding to put him in his place. It was great!
But sometimes they’d just be regularly horny and find themselves with each other. Martin had woken up several times to find Ryker suddenly in his bedroom, window open, trying to nudge him awake at ungodly hours of the morning asking to ride his dick for a bit. Plenty of other times they were a bit more… normal with their meetups, simply walking to the others house when it was vacant to mess around.
But even that wasn’t flawless, seeing as neither of them had perfect privacy.
When at Martin’s house they had plenty of close calls with Cecil. On the brightside, he at least knocked, on the downside, he tended to enter immediately after doing so. Making his knocking more of a warning rather than him asking for permission to enter. And when he was really excited to tell Martin about something they got no warning except for the sounds of his boots against the floor as he came running to kick the door in. This resulted in Ryker panicking and taking a dive out of the window on multiple occasions. Martin insisted he didn’t have to do that, but Ryker was too busy being convinced that if Cecil ever saw him in his room it’d be over. The guy would sniff out what they were doing in no time- he was nosey like that! He’d rather throw himself out of the window in nothing but his boxers and into a bush in the middle of the night then risk it. Martin would usually call him a dumbass for it.
Ryker’s place was a bit… different. Palmo had no sense of subtlety. Sure, he didn’t pry into Ryker’s business- but he also had a habit of disregarding the existence of closed doors. They at least didn’t have to be as sneaky, as Palmo would happily accept that Martin was simply visiting as a guest and leave the two to hang around in Ryker’s room as if they were pals bumming around. He wasn’t as in the loop on their personal drama as everyone else was, more willing to accept they were just spending their time together as buddies, doing whatever it was they did. But Ryker still didn’t want him to know about their situation. So when Palmo bust the door down on them once to yell about a stroke of inspiration he’d gotten while they were in the middle of making out, Ryker decided his place was now no longer a viable location.
Obviously, they were running out of options.
They’d even tried the smithy. There was a weekend where Darroch had told Martin he’d be gone for two days, leaving the young man to watch the shop. During the day Martin was more than happy to man the counter and handle business, working on his own personal projects on the side, but after closing he did something he was embarrassed to admit to. He’d closed up normally, but rather than going home he would tell Cecil he had some later work to attend to so he'd be home late. Which… wasn’t a lie, per se. It’s just that he didn’t specify what the work was. Or who it was. The first night went great, they had a quick fuck against one of the side tables in the shop- Ryker was kind of amazed he actually managed to stay horny after Martin gave him an entire safety spiel on what not to touch inside of the forge.
The second night not so much.
Martin had been told by Darroch that he would be back in the morning around opening time, so he invited Ryker over under the assumption they had a few hours that night. It was going fine- great, even- Martin had Ryker with his face against the wall making quick work of him when the sound of locks unlatching interrupted them around midnight. They didn’t exactly have an escape plan in mind, so Ryker had to think quickly and roll under the front desk while Martin covered their asses as Darroch walked in, claiming he was just doing some late night cleaning for when he got back so he could get right to work. Darroch definitely seemed like he knew something was going on, surely noticing how sweaty and pink Martin’s face was… but the work environment was easy enough to blame. Martin was able to lie and said he’d accidentally gotten too close to the forge’s open flame a little bit earlier in a sleep deprived moment of poor judgment. Darroch bought it, thank goodness, but from that moment on Martin decided the smithy was now off limits for their meetups- he never wanted to have to lie to Darroch like that ever again over something like this. They ended up finishing up their night in Martin’s room, trying to be as quiet as possible, before Ryker took his leave. Naturally through the window.
Sure, there was a certain excitement to the voyeurism of it. The thrill of nearly being caught doing something raunchy where you weren’t supposed to. But seeing as that was apart of their sex life all the time it was just starting to become stressful. Ryker was so over it he felt like he was about to ask Martin to just fuck him slow missionary style in whatever bed they could find with a locking door.
After two close calls that night at both of their homes they’d found themselves walking around outside along the streets of Rigbarth, tossing out ideas and kicking rocks to keep themselves busy.
Martin had suggested the vacant house by the beach at one point- but Ryker turned the idea down under the guise that he didn’t feel like getting ticketed for property damage or trespassing if they got caught. In reality he just didn’t want to risk Martin seeing what he had hidden there. The idea of renting a room in the inn came up, but was immediately dismissed as either of them would die of embarrassment in trying to do that.
They’d eventually come to stop in the Grand Tree Plaza, the wind of the night rustling the leaves above them. Normally, Ryker would drop some line about the moon and her servants, but he was way too pent up right now. They’d circled around it, now standing on the side where they were most obscured from the main roads in town.
“I’ll suck your dick right here.” Ryker blurted out, nearly causing Martin to trip as the words hit his ears.
“What?” He would’ve shouted, but he was now more terrified than ever of someone hearing them.
“You heard me- we can’t find anywhere else we might as well just do it right here!” Ryker rolled his eyes, already reaching forward to grab Martin’s belt.
“Out of everywhere in town you think this is the place to go and not get caught?” Martin argued, but didn’t actually try to stop Ryker’s hands at all, simply watching as he undid the buckle and moved onto the next obstacle currently keeping him from his groin. Ryker just shrugged, dropping into a crouch to be at level with Martin’s hips. Now was when he swatted him away, pushing on Ryker’s head and grabbing at his pants to hold them up. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Listen,” Ryker started, balancing himself in his squat. “Nobody’s out here, that’s already better than any of the buildings we can legally get into.”
“It's in the middle of town. ” Martin hissed back.
“It’s the middle of the night.” Ryker finally pushed himself up to stand again. “If you really don’t want to- fine. I’m not gonna force you. I just can’t think of any other place that’s a viable option.”
Martin paused for a moment, trying his best to think. Currently the only places they had access to were their own houses, which they’d already made their escapes from, so they were by all means off the table. Martin looked around, trying to see if he could find anything even remotely private. It really did look like their other options were either up against the side of someone’s house, or on the ground out in the open. This, weirdly enough, was the most private spot for them. The tree was already a large enough spot to hide behind, and the partitions around them offered extra coverage as well… They’d really just have to listen carefully for anyone walking up to them, and surely in the quiet of the night they’d hear any nearby footsteps. Not to mention the escape routes were plentiful.
Martin hummed to himself for a moment, feeling his dick twitch the more he thought about it.
“Fine.” He finally stated, Ryker almost seeming to jump a bit at his response.
“Really? If you actually don’t want to don’t make yourself-” Ryker started, suddenly worrying he’d been pressuring Martin a bit too much.
“I want to.” With that Martin grabbed Ryker’s belt this time, pulling him towards himself so their chests bumped together. Ryker looked surprised for a moment, quickly recollecting his cool as he rested his arms over Martin’s shoulders. “ If you say so~” He chimed, finally pressing his lips to Martin’s.
They sucked faces for a while, hands venturing up shirts and undoing buckles where need be, at some point Martin had spun them around so Ryker was pressed with his back against the Grand Tree, using the opportunity to press and grind against him once his apron was out of the way. He slid his hand into Ryker’s pants, eliciting a gasp from him as he rubbed against the most sensitive parts of him through his underwear, his back arching and his body pressing against him even tighter. Ryker wanted to return the favor, fumbling and trying to free Martin’s shaft from the confines of his boxers. As he succeeded Martin sucked in a breath through his teeth, the cold air against his sensitive skin an unfamiliar feeling. Ryker smiled at his reaction, enjoying toying with Martin like that a bit.
Martin suddenly pressed a hand to Ryker’s chest and held him against the tree, he wondered if for a moment the blacksmith had heard something and was calling for a pause to listen, but Martin proceeded to lower himself pretty quickly, bringing both of his hands to Ryker’s waistband to fully pull his boxers and pants down around his thighs. The cold air made him shiver a bit, but he was slightly more used to those kinds of chills than Martin seemed to be due to his nighttime excursions .
Martin stared up at Ryker, watching his face intently as he kneeled down to work. He took a moment to rub his finger around the outside of Ryker’s entrance, lubricating the digit liberally before inserting it inside of him. One finger didn’t really do much for him but the proceeding second, then third, got him to buck his hips forward, mouth open and breathing deeply as Martin pumped his fingers in and out of Ryker, making sure to curl them at just the right angles and moments that he’d come to learn were the key to unwinding Ryker. He was doing a pretty good job at keeping himself quiet, fighting off the occasional grunt when Martin hit just the right spot.
Of course, his composure sort of hit the wall when Martin added his mouth into the mix. He leaned forward, closing his eyes for just a moment as he closed his lips around Ryker’s clit, still working his fingers inside of his pussy as he sucked. Once he was situated he opened his eyes again, looking up at Ryker’s face as he worked. Those damn eyes of his boring into his soul and making Ryker shiver, he could feel his stomach tightening and legs beginning to shake as his orgasm crept up on him.
All of that torn away in an instant as Martin pulled out his fingers and leaned back on his heels at the same time, still staring with almost no expression at Ryker as he did. His lips only curled for a moment when he watched Ryker’s face switch from twisted in pleasure, to angrily desperate. Martin slowly licked his fingers clean.
Ryker wanted to yell at him about what the big idea was, but he knew he couldn’t as they were trying to be stealthy, simply left nearly trembling with an incredibly annoying lack of stimulation at just the right time to keep him from his climax.
“Not yet.” Martin simply stated. As he stood he reached a hand up, grabbing the front of Ryker’s jacket and giving him a pull downwards, wordlessly signaling him to switch positions with him. He thought about fighting him for a second, but he knew if Martin wanted he could topple him- and the way his pussy throbbed didn’t exactly have him feeling defiant at the moment.
So he obeyed, squatting down so he was balancing on his toes, resting his bottom against his heels, and using the tree to lean back against to keep his balance. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but he’d gotten good at holding this position so it worked for now.
Martin wordlessly took his cock in his hand, giving it a few pumps to warm it up as he stared down at Ryker.
He pressed the tip of it to his lips.
“Suck.” Ryker huffed out of his nose at the order, but didn’t argue as he parted his lips, Martin’s cock making quick work sliding between them into his awaiting mouth. Martin let out a breath as he leaned his hips forward, never growing tired of how Ryker’s mouth fit his cock perfectly. As if he was made for him.
Made for THIS! Made for THIS! Not for HIM!
He mentally corrected himself, reminding himself this wasn’t romance. This wasn’t love. He kept his eyes locked on Ryker as he kept going, Ryker’s own storm gray eyes glaring back up at him, obviously still frustrated about leaving him hanging.
His cock slid over Ryker’s tongue, eventually the head hitting the back of his mouth. Ryker made a small noise as it did so. Martin continued to push his hips forward, watching as Ryker’s head was pushed back for a second, stopping when he was fully pressed against the tree. It gave him a bit more stability for Martin to start forcing his cock down Ryker’s throat, he didn’t even need to hold him in place, simply resting one of his hands on his hip and using the other to hold himself up against the tree as he continued on.
Eventually he finally got Ryker’s lips to the base of his dick, lavishing in the tiny noises he made at his throat being stretched. Half gags and grumbles as he struggled to adjust to the intrusion, shooting a glare up at Martin telling him to move already as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
“Promise me something first.”
Ryker furrowed his brow further, making a noise akin to an incredulous “Huh?” as best he could. Seeing as he was running out of oxygen and struggling to breathe as his throat was stuffed almost entirely, he was ready to agree to most things.
“No touching yourself.” Martin ordered, eyes narrowing.
Ryker’s next noise was a hum as if he was trying to make some sort of defiant growl, stopped midway through as Martin bucked his hips forward slightly. He figured out fairly quickly he wasn’t exactly being presented many options, but he couldn’t exactly nod when he was ready to agree, so he tried his best to make an “mm-hm.” noise around Martin’s cock, showing his obedience by wriggling for a moment to place his hands behind his back between his tailbone and the tree. He was all too aware of how Martin was starting to learn all the right ways to control him, but the shame of that simply made his sensitive heat quiver more. He was a bit of a desperate man at the moment.
Once Martin was happy with his responses he reached a hand down, tickling Ryker’s chin for a second as if to mock him, then brought the hand back up to rest against his forehead, using it to hold his head in place as he finally pulled his hips back, giving Ryker the chance to try and take a deep breath through his nose the second Martin’s cock was out of his throat, no longer compressing and blocking every part of him that he needed to be able to breathe. He was still halfway in his mouth when Ryker coughed and sputtered around him, drool flying out of his mouth and down his chin as he couldn’t swallow while Martin had toyed with him.
Now, Martin wasn’t evil, so he did fully pull out of his mouth, giving him the chance to really clear his airway and get some oxygen back in his system, waiting for him to finish coughing and sniffling. A hand resting on top of his head the entire time and even gently stroking his hair as he recomposed himself with one final sniffle, pressing his head back against the tree once he was ready.
Martin presented his cock back to him, once again staring intensely down at him as Ryker first kissed the tip, then poked his tongue out to lick at it before finally wrapping his lips back around the head, waiting for Martin to use him as intended.
He did start out slow, gradually quickening his pace as Ryker hummed around him, vibrations in his throat and mouth pulling him closer and closer to his climax, the entire bottom half of Ryker’s mouth soaked in his own drool as Martin fucked his eager mouth. Once he decided that Ryker’s mouth had brought him far enough along he pulled back again, not holding Ryker’s head in place and watching as the squatted man leaned forward as if trying to follow his cock, seemingly mesmerized by it for a moment.
Ryker looked up at him, mouth open as he breathed deeply, awaiting what he was to do next as his aching pussy dripped on the ground below him. He had managed to keep his hands behind his back the entire time.
“Up.” Martin ordered plainly. “Then grab my shoulders.” He reached down to help pull Ryker up, not even acknowledging the look he gave him as if to wordlessly inquire about his next plan. But he followed, standing back up on his feet, his thighs aching a bit from the position he’d been sat in, then resting his hands on Martin’s shoulders, gripping slightly.
Then without warning Martin wrapped his hands around Ryker’s thighs and lifted him off the ground, pulling his legs to wrap them around his waist- catching Ryker off guard and earning a near yelp from him as he threw himself forward to cling to Martin’s shoulders, his immediate reaction being to try and stop himself from potentially falling back and cracking his head open if Martin dropped him. He was about to bark at him for not giving him a quick heads-up, but stayed quiet when Martin took a step forward and pressed his back up against the tree again, then leaned his torso back to put some space in between them. Martin gave a few grunts as he jostled Ryker around- he eventually clued in that he hadn't thought the position through entirely and forgot that he currently needed both hands to hold Ryker like this.
So Ryker took the hint and removed a hand from Martin’s shoulders to aid. Martin hummed as if to thank him and steadied himself, leaning in a way that Ryker could get access to both of their genitals as he essentially sat on top of his hips, kept balanced by the wood against his back. It took a bit of fidgeting and grumbling, but Ryker eventually got Martin’s dick positioned inside of his cunt, pushed about halfway in in their current position as he let his body adjust to the size of it, Martin staring at him awaiting the go ahead. After a moment of Ryker grinding his hips against Martin’s, he nodded wordlessly and wrapped his arms back around Martin’s shoulders.
He was still sensitive and worked up from the oral, so as soon as Martin had begun his thrusting Ryker couldn't help but let out a moan, trying to reach around Martin’s neck to cover his mouth with his hand to keep quieter as he rested his chin on Martin’s shoulder. He tried to force himself to make no noise louder than a whimper or a gasp, but he was so sensitive at his point it was starting to feel impossible. He had to dig his teeth into his lip to the point of getting tears in his eyes to try and shut himself up- Martin doing a much better job at controlling his volume as he grunted and huffed in time with his thrusts. They both felt their orgasms creeping up, starting to become noisier and noisier as Martin picked up the pace, trying to change the way he held Ryker so he could also slam him down harder onto his cock in time with his own hip movements.
They came at the same time, Ryker tightening all of his limbs around Martin as he trembled, clenching tight around his dick as it buried deep inside of him to deposit his seed. Martin burying his face into Ryker’s shoulder to try and stifle the moan he couldn’t fight back, arms shaking as he gave a final few thrusts to milk his orgasm to completion.
As he pulled out he tried to lean in a way that none of the escaping fluid would ruin their clothes, watching as droplets hit the ground. Destined to be washed away by the next rainfall. Ryker reached down to part the lips of his cunt, giving a small push to try and see if that would expel any more of the fluid onto the ground. Martin just watched, almost entranced by the ways his muscles flexed. Getting to get a good look at just how deep inside of Ryker’s pussy he’d cum.
After a few deep breaths they started to recollect themselves, feeling proud they’d managed to do this without getting caught, Ryker half joking about a good bush he knew nearby for next time, earning a nearly dejected sigh from Martin.
Just as they were working on buckling their belts back up, a light practically blinded them.
“Hey! You can’t do that here! Scram!”
They froze like deer in headlights as they realized they’d been caught by a ranger on patrol. Luckily said ranger had caught them at just the right time to miss everything prior, assuming they were just about to actually get started. Without a second thought the two of them turned and bolted, wobbly legs struggling to carry their tired bodies as they took off-
Once they made it back to Martin’s house they quickly scurried into his room as quietly as possible to not wake up Cecil. Martin had managed to hurriedly hang his keys up by the door before they did, though, a habit he’d formed that he was intent to get done. It kept him from losing them.
“We really need to find a better place to do this shit.” Ryker huffed, sitting and resting on Martin’s bed.
“Or invest in locks.” Martin replied, exasperated.
The next morning Cecil was up at his usual time, but he soon realized he hadn’t seen or heard Martin come home the night before. He had a moment of worry as he left his room after getting dressed, but the dread that something had happened to his brother left his body as he looked and saw Martin’s keys by the door. A telltale sign that he’d made it home safe. He sighed in relief. He would’ve started working on breakfast if not for a knock at the door.
“Hey, Cecil!” Ares chimed as if it wasn’t 6 in the morning when the other man opened the door.
“Oh, hey! What brings you by this early?” Cecil tilted his head, smiling.
“I was just heading out to get started on chores and I found this, I thought I’d bring it by.” As Ares spoke he held up what Cecil immediately recognized as one of Martin’s forging hammers. He knew it had a name, but he couldn’t remember what. “I figured it was probably Martin’s- he must’ve dropped it on his way home last night.”
“Thanks!” Cecil chimed, taking the tool. “I’m sure if he woke up and tried to go to work without it he’d freak out…”
“No problem, tell him I said ‘hi’, by the way!” Ares began to turn to try to leave.
“Wait, actually. Why don’t you tell him yourself? He should be up soon, I’ll get some coffee going.” Cecil waved Ares in and turned to the kitchen. Ares was always happy to have breakfast with friends, and figured it’d be fine if he started his day a little later than usual, so he nodded his head and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
They chatted away for a while as they sat at the table, completely forgetting they were even waiting for Martin at one point. About an hour had passed before Cecil even remembered he was still asleep. This was… uncharacteristic, to say the least.
Cecil stood and poured more coffee for Ares from the pot. “Wait here, I’ll go get him.” Ares nodded and took a sip from his mug.
“Hey? Martin?” Cecil called, leaning in close to the door as he gently rapped a knuckle against the wood. He got no words in response, but he heard the undeniable sound of Martin’s bed creaking with movement- he really did sleep in, didn’t he? He shook his head, ready to scold his brother for staying out and working so late that it was ruining his sleep schedule. He slowly opened the door, taking a step in. “Ares came by to-”
Cecil froze.
Martin hadn’t actually woken up to his knocking, as he was just now starting to stir and stretched his arms out with an audible pop from his shoulders as he still lay under the covers. The movement Cecil had heard had come from the other body currently in his bed.
Ryker…
…who was currently sitting up beside Martin, wrapped in the blanket, just in his boxers. He was staring wide-eyed at Cecil, looking like he was trying not to move as if that’d make him disappear.
It took Martin a second to wake up and process what was happening enough to join them in their staring, frantically looking between his brother and his supposed-to-be-rival.
“I can explain!” Martin tried to start, flailing as he sat up in bed. The fact he was also unclothed didn’t exactly help them in avoiding any implications.
“Nope! Didn’t need to see that!” Cecil shouted before backing out and slamming the door shut. Ares stared at him from the table, confused and out of the loop on the commotion.
It took a bit of lying, but Martin and Ryker managed to convince them it was just a misunderstanding. That Ryker had just lost his own keys and needed a place to sleep the night before. Sure they were both in just their underwear, but it was hot out last night so it was fine . They were just two dudes sharing a bed. Nothing more.