Ryker Bennett

TEEN WOLF 3.10, The Overlooked

Richard Harmon in MEMORY OF A KILLER 1.04

"What the fuck, Ryker, of course I didn't fucking sick that asshole on you. Are you fucking kidding me?" Naomi didn't mind Russell truly, but this was maybe a hint too far. Shaking her head at him, Naomi stripped down herself and stepped in behind him so she could put some shampoo in her hands and work it through his hair. "Well, at least we know you definitely learned your lesson now."

"Good. Cause otherwise this would be awkward." He mumbled, "Just making sure." Russell was just having some fun, sometimes he goes a hint too far but he never killed anyone in his games. Under the water he moved so she could wash his hair. "Yeah. Note to self don't piss off the Paynes."

❝ The water looks extra freezing today! C'mon, you can't lie to me about that. ❞ She laughed, adjusting her hand in the sand. Even though she hadn't ventured into the water yet, she was already wearing her bikini, fully intending to brave the cold sooner or later.

"It might be extra freezing...but it feels good!" He hollered back and then started making his way towards her. "You're not gonna brave it out?..you're the one in a bikini." It was like a polar swim, going in cold water like that.

"Me too, me too. I've got the beer, and since I haven't tried the blonde lager version yet, I thought why not, we can try it together." She smiled at Ryker and put the bag down to unpack it (while the dog curiously examined it when it was still mid-air). A blanket, some paper plates, and water for their furry friend. "I wanted to get him some treats, but I didn't know if he had any allergies?"

"Blond lager. Nice choice." He said bringing his bag from his shoulder and pulling out some other snacks as promised. "This guy, allergies?...no he eats all treats." The dog only couldn't have the typical food that would actually kill dogs..grapes, chocolate etc..At least he had knowledge of that but he tried not to give him much human food other than typical blueberries, watermelon or strawberries.

"Mad should be back with some coffee soon. You can have mine. I ain't allowed caffeine 'til I get tha go ahead from the doc," he added motioning to the door and shifting slightly to sit up as best he could. "Feels like v'been ou' for n'eternity," he went on through another gentle grimace.

"Thoughtful. I'd happily take your coffee. Best to do what the doctor says, right?" Moving his eyes towards the door then back to him. "Feels like that, don't it?..." Time felt longer when you were under. "I was actually on the other side of the hospital not long ago." Revealing the hospital bracelet he still wore. "I took a drink from someone that wasn't a bartender. Had my stomach pumped...I'm fine though." It was nothing compared to JP, but he couldn't lie to John. He was like the brother he never had.

"But kisses and pecks," Grayson said then, to refocus them both back in on the moment, "those are a perfect reward." He said it like he had expected Ryker to ask for something like that, and was glad to hear it. Kisses were intimate, they could be healing, too. "You're not stumped," he chuckled, "you guessed right." With a lean in closer, he hovered before Ryker's face as he asked, "Now where do you want your reward?"

"A perfect reward?" He repeated the word on the tongue. "Oh, cool. It's like pretzels mixed with beer nuts." Moving slightly when he hovered by his face and spoke, but not trembling as bad as earlier. "My neck." Not minding if he still had the blindfold on. He liked this game that they were playing.

"You're the one who said you knew I'd come around," Grayson pointed out, cocking an eyebrow over at Ryker. "I'd say that reeks of a confident assumption." But in general, and to himself, he would have to agree that Ryker had never been much of a confident man. He was the type that blundered through life and had things happen to him, but he did roll with the punches. He was adaptable, and for Grayson, adaptability is what mattered the most to survive life. So, Ryker was a survivor. "In that case, let me rephrase my question," he said, with a smooth lean in and a certain kind of look in his gaze, "are you planning to leave here with someone tonight?" The hand on Ryker's knee eased up higher, covering the man's thigh in an obvious gesture of interest (figuring, he had permission since his old lover hadn't pushed it off yet), one that blossomed from familiarity despite there having been years of distance between them. "Because if so, I'd like to throw my hat in the ring."

Nodding his head at that, confidence that it was all Ryker that convinced Grayson to move to Carroll. Not thinking that he would actually do it. Having his moment, even though he was always the sad depressed man that he was letting life drag him deeper into the ground. Then he rephrased the question and his hand went up his thigh even further. Biting his lip at this point. This could be his luck, getting Gray's dick. It only caused him to move slightly closer towards the older man. "Looks like I picked your hat." Licking his bottom lip briefly. Not fidgeting in the slightest.

"Jesus Christ." Naomi breathed, shaking her head at the state of him and ushering him into her apartment and closing the door behind him. "He really gave you a working over." So much for just running laps. Waving him toward the bathroom, she was already peeling some of his layers away as they went. "Straight in the shower, and then after that we'll run you a bath. Make sure all these scratches are cleaned up."

"Yeah, no shit." Ryker let out an exaggerated breath. Already making his way towards the bathroom as his clothes were being stripped from his body. "Yes mam." Butt naked now, he got into the shower rinsing off the mixed paint and blood that was on him. "Pretty sure you didn't put him up to this...or am I misreading this whole situation?" Stretching his neck a bit then. Not thinking that Naomi would actually ask Russell to hunt him down with a paintball gun.