No Good Deed Goes Unpunished by mogarsmadking, for kasainekos
Title: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
Author: mogarsmadking
Recipient: kasainekos
Pairing: Geoff/Ryan (Ramwood)
Characters: Geoff, Ryan
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations, Implied BDSM
Word Count: 1893
Summary: The prompt was “Person A drops subtle hints to Person B to help them win an episode of GO!, and afterwards Person B "repays" them”. This fic quickly just became ramwood porn. Sorry/not sorry.
Geoff watches Ryan stuff the last of his things into a bag to leave for the day. His eyes are distracted by the way Ryan’s broad shoulders flex under the loose t-shirt. He wants to say something, but every line in his head just sounds like some thinly-veiled manipulation, so he stays quiet. His eyes flicker from where they are lazily staring at Ryan’s pants, and Geoff’s not saying Ryan should be wearing those skin tight, have-to-lube-yourself-up-to-slip-inside-them jeans that Gavin seems to favor, but he wishes that Ryan’s pants were just that bit tighter. He has such a nice body and as much as Geoff enjoys the image of Ryan stripping off his clothes for him, he doesn’t always like to use his imagination or memories. However, Ryan has stopped moving and is staring at him now.
“Huh?” Geoff blinks, his brain trying to figure out if Ryan has been saying anything.
Ryan shakes his head, raising one eyebrow as he gives Geoff a very devious smile. “I said that you were completely obvious today. Gavin kept winking at me and punching me in the arm when he was leaving with Gus today.”
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The hints, Geoff. I mean the sheer fact that we had to use Minecraft meant that I already had an advantage. You aren’t subtle,” Ryan says, shrugging and placing his bag on the floor before sliding onto the white couch opposite of where Geoff is sitting in his own chair.
“I don’t know what you are trying to hint at, but in my defense of that baseless accusation; every time I check on you during Go! you are looking at some sort of loading screen or download bar. I would call what I did more pity than anything else,” Geoff states, trying not to smirk too wide.
“Mmm. And you expected nothing in return? Gavin seemed to be think you were trying to get some sort of sexual favor out of this.”
“Ryan, that wouldn’t be right. I merely tried to help you.” Geoff smiles, trying to make it look like he was brushing the comments off easily. Ryan frowns ever so slightly before standing up. He grabs his bag as if he is about to go home. Goddamnit, Haywood, Geoff thinks. He was terrible at trying to flirt like this. He knows that it isn’t exactly hard to get Ryan to say yes, but still. Geoff wanted to have a little finesse. Call him a romantic, but damn! As they say, variety is the spice of life. And he wants to show Ryan that he was willing to work for it, not just drag Ryan lazily into a bathroom stall or supply closet for a quickie when it came to sex in the office.
“Uh huh. Well, I guess I will go then. See you Monday.” Ryan calls over his shoulder, his hand turning the doorknob.
“Wait! Ryan, for fuck’s sake,” Geoff calls out. His desperation turning into frustration when he sees the look on Ryan’s face. The sheer smugness of Ryan’s wicked grin and shining blue eyes leaves Geoff feeling absolutely ridiculous that he had called out in the first place. Ryan wasn’t going to leave. He was playing a goddamn game just as Geoff had been trying to do. But as usual, he was so much better at it.
“Yeah, boss?” The last word is clipped with a dangerous edge. Ryan always seemed to have a way to make words take on new meanings. The way ‘boss’ slipped out off of Ryan’s lips was no different. That simple word assaulted Geoff’s mind with a series of memories that he didn’t know if he could ever disassociate from the word now. The images cause Geoff to shift slightly in his chair.
Ryan’s fingers gripping Geoff’s hair pushing his mouth down onto Ryan’s cock. Geoff’s hand on the back of Ryan’s neck so tightly that his fingernails slowly break the skin. Ryan’s little puff of a laugh as Geoff curses about how he dropped the handcuff keys somewhere so Ryan is going to have to pick the lock. Geoff looking over Ryan’s shoulder as they try to figure out which type of rope would work best for what they had planned.
Fingers are fumbling slightly at Geoff’s crotch, pulling him out of his own head. Ryan just sort of pushes the older man’s legs apart without a word. “You could have just asked for this. You didn’t have to cheat.”
Geoff tries to open his eyes but Ryan’s hand is massaging deep and slow against his jeans. The slow friction against his hardening cock makes for the most delicious sensation. “It wasn’t cheating, it was only --”
Geoff’s whole world is engulfed in warmth as Ryan takes him into his mouth. His lips slip over the head of Geoff’s cock with a familiar, easy slide. It never fails to send goosebumps racing up Geoff’s thighs and stomach. The warm, bubbling ache beings to pool inside Geoff’s stomach as Ryan’s fingers wrap around his cock. He isn’t as deeply skilled at deep-throating as some of the other people Geoff has been with, but honestly, what Ryan was good at was slow, torturous sensations that left Geoff reeling for hours.
Ryan’s hands always felt so hot and firm. They were never sweaty like Geoff’s. Just seemed to radiate heat in the most pleasing ways. They made Geoff’s cock feel as if it was being encased in a velvety fire. Ryan’s motions were easy. His right hand grips firmly as it slides up Geoff’s cock, Ryan’s fingers coming to press against his own wet lips. His mouth pulls back, lapping slowly at the head.
“Christ. This always feels better than I remember,” Geoff groans, his fingers gripping the sides of his chair before transferring the grasping digits into Ryan’s hair. He combs through the soft hair for a few moments before testing Ryan’s pain tolerance for the day. Whenever Ryan seems to be trying to take his precious time, Geoff pulls sharply on the strands wrapped around his fingers. He isn’t exactly a patient man even though Ryan seems hell bent on making him one.
Ryan takes the hint as his fingers squeeze just that bit tighter. They drag down the firm flesh feeling the hot blood pulse beneath them. His pace ramps up just a small bit as his hand shifts back up after pulling slightly at the base. Geoff’s hip rise and fall easily with the motions. Neither man is ever very vocal in the office. There wasn’t any threat of being caught or told off. They were both two grown-ass men who had basic human decency. (Which couldn’t exactly be said for some of the younger ones in the company. Names would not be given, but Geoff and Ryan had shared many looks of amused frustration at hearing loud moaning coming from a bathroom.) When they were at either of their own houses, being noisy was a different story. But here, they tried to keep their sounds of encouragement and praise to a minimum.
Geoff bites down on his lip, as his hands become heavy and forceful on Ryan. They begin to push slowly at the back of Ryan’s head at first, then more insistently. Ryan dutifully complies. When Ryan’s lips slide further down Geoff’s cock, he feels a deep chill shake it’s way up his spine. The added moist heat feels amazing, but it is Ryan’s willingness that drives the sensation home. There is just something about being able to control the one that is usually in command. It was one of the things that pleased Geoff so much about their relationship. Ryan enjoyed being the dominant one, but he was also extremely willing to submit when the urge hit Geoff. Their arrangement really seemed to work when either one of them felt the itch to absolutely demolish the other’s threshold.
Geoff pushes again, causing Ryan to gag slightly. “Sorry. Got a little carried away.”
“I bet,” Ryan pants, his lips slick with saliva as he casts an unamused glance up at Geoff. The dark expression in his eyes and the wet string of spit connecting his bottom lip to Geoff’s cock nearly causes Geoff to cum right there.
Geoff wants to say something else but Ryan’s hand’s quick fluid vertical motions on his cock sends him reeling again. He wishes he could last longer. He knows if they were back at one of their houses, they would be having a long session. But Geoff’s been wound up tight all day over Ryan, and the way Ryan is attentively making sure he has constant sensations is about to send him over the edge.
“You can cum, I won’t think less of you, old man,” Ryan mouths against Geoff’s cock. His lips pressed against Geoff’s flesh and his low voice seems to make the deepest nerves in Geoff’s body vibrate.
Geoff should be throwing a comeback to that unnecessary name-calling, but he can’t bring himself to do anything but moan. “Christ.” Ryan’s tongue laps down the underside of Geoff’s cock before sucking at the skin at the very base.
It only takes a few more firm strokes and the tingling ache of a harsh bite on Geoff’s thigh to leave him spilling into Ryan’s willing mouth. A low sudder heaves it’s way through Geoff’s body as he tries to regain some control over his unsteady breathing. Ryan is licking at the few trails of cum dripping down his mouth and over his chin. His blue eyes are dark with arousal as he offers up a wicked smile. Geoff has no choice but to smile back, though he could never make his lips look so cunning especially with how red, swollen, and slick Ryan’s look currently.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t win,” Geoff breathes as he leans against the back of his chair heavily.
“I like loopholes, not cheap victories. Besides, I think I recieved a nice little consolation prize.”
Geoff lips part as he pants out a few ragged breaths. His eyes shift to Ryan’s jeans, seeing his cock pushing slightly against the fabric. “Do you want me to help you with that?”
“Nah, you know I enjoy denying myself from time to time.” Geoff only groans as he thinks of the time the slightest brush of a blanket against Ryan’s painfully hard cock would send him into harsh shivers from his orgasm denial.
Geoff was nearly begging his cock to get hard again so he could watch Ryan deny himself once again. “Round two?”
Ryan laughs openly as he stands up, wiping at his mouth. He leans in for a quick, sloppy kiss before grabbing his bag. “Maybe this weekend. I have a few things I ordered coming in and thought you might wanna try them out with me.”
“Yes, absolutely.” Geoff can already tell that his palms are getting sweaty just by the mere thought of what all Ryan could have in store for him.
“See you then, boss.” And with that Ryan is out the door. Geoff stares down at the mess his lap is in. His cock twitches slightly from the images now in his head. He was definitely going to send some very curious texts Ryan’s way when he settled in for bed tonight.