#ryeoff

"'Did you know, it takes one hour of rigorous sex to burn off the calories gained from five Valentine's Day chocolates?'

Eat the whole box. I have plans for tonight."

Geoff stared down at the bright pink heart-shaped box in his hands. He was suddenly glad no one else was in the room to see the apparent blush playing on his cheeks.

He set the box on his desk and slumped down in his chair. He waved his mouse to bring his computer out of it's sleep mode.

It was late in the afternoon, and most employees had already gone home. Those who remained were finishing up and would be leaving soon. Some had even taken Valentine's Day off - the original owner of the chocolate box was one of them. He must have hid the box in Geoff's bag that morning.

Geoff tore the gold ribbon off the box and lifted the top. It couldn't hurt to have one before he went back to work, and he picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth.

He spent the next hour editing two Let's Builds. There was still some footage for a third that he could work on, but there was only so much of Gavin's voice he could handle.

The box somehow ended up on the opposite side of the keyboard, half of the chocolates having been eaten. Probably a bad idea in retrospect, but the chocolates were just so good.

Geoff shut his computer off and stood from his chair. He packed up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, putting the lid back on the chocolate box and tucking it under his arm. Leaving the room, he stopped by Burnie's office to announce his departure, then turned and left the building.

*

Geoff unlocked the front door and stepped in, tossing his bag to the floor and heading to the kitchen. He tossed the now empty chocolate box into the trash, turning around and heading back to the main room. His stomach ached as he sat down on the couch, regretting his decision to finish off the chocolates in the car.

There was a moment of silence before he heard a door open and close, and soon after Ryan appeared from around the corner. He wore nothing but a t-shirt and boxers, and his glasses that Geoff absolutely adored.

Ryan started to move towards Geoff, but the darker-haired man raised his hand to stop him. "I ate the entire box," he muttered. "I am not feeling good."

Ryan looked disappointed for a moment, but his demeanor changed as he sat down on the couch with him. He wrapped his arms around Geoff and pulled him close, pressing soft kisses to his jaw.

Geoff sighed contentedly, Ryan's warmth helping to relieve some of the pain in his stomach. He ran his fingers through the other man's hair, pulling down gently so their lips met in a slow kiss.

Ryan chuckled, pulling away slightly and looking directly into Geoff's eyes. "I knew you'd eat the entire thing."

~

"Hey-" Geoff drapes his arms over Ryan's shoulder's as he sits at his desk, and Ryan pauses in his typing to listen and admire the tattooed arms. "-wanna come over tonight? Few beers, the usual." Ryan shrug, noncommittally. "Let you know after lunch, ok? Need to see if I have to stay to help the animators." It's his way of saying yes, the way they both agreed on to keep their relationship less.. lovey. Geoff's arms withdraw, and Ryan feels a slight nudge to his shoulder. "See you at 9 then." Ryan can't help but smile as he pretends to type again while he watches Geoff leave. Both men are quiet the whole ride back to Geoff's place, the sounds of the Ramones blaring through the speakers as Geoff bobs his head and drives, and Ryan taps out hurried messages on his cell phone. The silence continues all the way to the living room where Ryan slings down his laptop case onto the floor next to the couch, but as soon it touches the ground, the mood changes. "Think you're gonna win tonight?" Geoff's tone is light, but with the edge of a clear challenge. Ryan's lips quirk in smirk as he pointedly rakes his eyes over Geoff. "Depends." The rest is left unspoken- depends on how far they feel taking the fight before settling into whatever roles they've picked for tonight. "Bedroom- don't feel like picking up clothes in the morning." Geoff's already halfway down the hall before he finishes his sentence, and Ryan is quick to follow, pulling off his jacket and tossing it on the arm of the couch just to annoy Geoff later. They don't bother to close the door- there's nothing either feels ashamed of, both comfortable with the other and the way they work. Geoff settles on the edge of the bed, still clothed and legs spread open, a grin that never reaches his eyes daring Ryan to make the first move. Ryan's never one to turn down a challenge, and he plants his hands on Geoff's shoulder and kisses the other, hard and sloppy and demanding. Geoff presses up into the kiss, fingers gripping Ryan's hips bruisingly and rocking up against with a play for dominance, not out of any need. Ryan growl low into Geoff's mouth and he shoves the tattooed man backwards, pinning him to the bed easily and thrusting his hips down against the others. He can feel Geoff's stubble brush against him as Geoff breaks the kiss and flips them, pinning Ryan instead. "The tables have turned, James." Ryan bares his teeth at the use of his first name, but Geoff looks absolutely triumphant at the response he's gotten out of Ryan and so Ryan spits out a retort. "Not for long, Geoffrey." A roll of Ryan's hips accompanies this, Geoff gets the point,shifting off Ryan long enough for both of them to strip, clothes landing in a pile next to the nightstand. Geoff's back on Ryan before the other can make a move, and Ryan barely holds back a groan as Geoff's teeth scrape along his neck. "Knew I'd have you under me." Geoff hisses in Ryan's ear, and Ryan rakes his nails down Geoff's back, making the other shiver. "Yeah, but you aren't running anything here." Ryan grits back and fists a hand in Geoff's hair. "Suck, yeah?" Geoff gives a small noise of agreement, shifting down until his mouth hovers just above the tip of Ryan's cock. "Only if we switch." Ryan nods, a silent consent and Geoff goes down on him in a flash, rough hands holding Ryan's hips down as Geoff licks his cock from base to tip. When Geoff's satisfied with Ryan's condition- flushed, panting and nails digging into Geoff's scalp, he pulls off and jerks his head to the nightstand. "Should be in there." Ryan groans, rolling over and opening the drawer, pulling out the lube and tossing it to Geoff. "You first?" He asks and Geoff unscrews the cap and sets it down where they can find it later. "Sure. Ride or fuck?" "Mmm, ride for both?" "Sounds good." Just like that, it's agreed, and Geoff's pushing his slicked fingers inside himself as Ryan does the same. It doesn't take either long to be ready, and they exchange nods before Ryan lies back and lets Geoff straddle him. "Easy now-" Ryan coaxes Geoff on until the man's comfortable and Geoff tilts his head back in bliss. "M'good, gonna move now-" Geoff plants his hands on Ryan's chest, pushes himself up and drops down with a moan, and Ryan's there to help him the next time, hands on his hips and lifting Geoff up. Geoff grunts out his thanks, picking up his pace until Ryan's grip tightens, the signal to switch. It's a routine by now, Geoff crawling off Ryan and lying down to let Ryan ride his cock. Ryan's a rougher man, just moves fast and hard without any help from Geoff and it's everything Geoff wants as he runs his fingers up and down Ryan's side as Ryan pants and slams himself down on Geoff's cock over and over.

"Close-" Ryan gasps out, and Geoff pushes him off, kneels up and grasps both their cocks together. Ryan's hand is right back in Geoff's hair again as he yanks him into a kiss. It's as sloppy as when they started, but it's desperate as Geoff's hand works around both of their cocks and then they're shaking against each other as they come. Ryan breaks the kiss to breathe and hisses Geoff's name into the other's ear and Geoff lets his head fall forward against Ryan's shoulder as he groans out Ryan's name.

~

Ryan had never been one to be particularly feminine. Broad-shouldered, deep-voiced, with a well-kept amount of stubble, he never dreamed he'd be in a dress, of all things.

But, he was working at Rooster Teeth, and the crew, already having gotten Geoff into a dress, were as equally determined to get Ryan into one. Which explained the plaid dress currently being held out to him- not that the man holding it had any ulterior motive either.

"How did you even get my size?" It was a futile question as Ryan accepted the dress warily, feeling over the soft fabric and glaring slightly at the grinning man in front of him.

"Hey, I did it. It's your turn to get all dolled up." Geoff's grin never left his face as he spun Ryan towards the door and nudged him softly, whispering in his ear. "Come on, babe. I'll fuck you good and hard later if you do."

Ryan shivered at that, and practically stumbled over himself in order to get into the bathroom. 

Ryan: 0, Geoff: 1.

Ah, there was that ulterior motive. Well, Mr. Ramsey, two could play at that game.

And what a game it was. Ryan sauntered out of the bathroom, as much as his more bulky frame would allow him, and paused in front of a gaping Geoff with a hand on his cocked hip.

"Like what you see, big boy?" Ryan purred, and Geoff shut his mouth with an audible snap and a swallow.

"Uh.. y-yeah." Geoff stammered out, flushing red and nodding his head in the direction Ryan had come. "I.. just.. be right back."

Ryan: 1, Geoff: 1.

Ryan chuckled, continuing his journey outside to where the filming crew was set up, only to be met by various catcalls and whistles, which Ryan accepted good-naturedly with a wave.

Two takes later, and Ryan's part was done. He joined the much more relaxed-looking Geoff on the sidelines, who promptly slipped a hand around Ryan's waist. "You ready to head home?"

"In this...? I thought..." Ryan gestured helplessly as Geoff's smirk grew.

"Nope." He leaned in close, grazing his teeth over the shell of Ryan's ear. "Wanna fuck you in that dress." He pulled away and turned on his heel, striding out to the car with a wink at the red-faced Ryan, who sputtered and quickly followed Geoff.

Ryan: 1, Geoff: 2.

The whole ride home, Ryan plotted. Geoff had one up on him, for sure, but knowing how much Geoff loved when Ryan was rough, he was sure he could even the score.

As soon as the door was safely locked, Ryan moved to pin Geoff but was met by an equal struggle to pin him. He gave a low warning growl as they fought for dominance, nails digging into skin enough to leave marks. Geoff matched it with a knee grinding up between Ryan's legs, and Ryan fought not to sink into a groan instead. They were practically even, and that's why they loved to play this game, always trying to out do the other.

Ryan took the lead, though, when he ground down on Geoff's leg hard enough to make the man falter and then struck, nipping at the side of Geoff's neck and returning similar words as what had been spoken to him. "Wanna fuck you too, you and all your tattoos... run my nails down your shoulders and my tongue along your ink..." He murmured, soft and low, and Geoff full-on whimpered, tipping his head subserviently to expose more skin to Ryan.

Ryan: 2, Geoff: 2.

But of course, with the score tied, the game couldn't end there. Ryan managed to guide Geoff down the hall and straddled him on the bed with more sweet whispers of Geoff's tattoos and what Ryan wanted to do. He'd thought he'd had the upper hand- Geoff had been stripped of all his clothing and Ryan still wore his dress- until he felt something brush up his thigh and a hand grabbed him by the throat. "Fuckin' dick..." Geoff growled out, deep and predatory, the hand beneath Ryan's skirt playing dangerous along the waist band of Ryan's boxers. "Now, you're gonna be a good little boy for Daddy, right?"

Ryan made a soft indignant noise, but Geoff's grip tightened faintly around his throat and that hand dipped just below his waist. He bit back a moan, giving a small nod and allowing Geoff to guide him until their positions where almost reversed, Geoff instead choosing to kneel between Ryan's legs. "You look so good like this, dress pushed up like the two-bit whore you are, all laid out for Daddy, such a good boy, hmm?" He questioned, making quick work of Ryan's boxers and adding them to the pile of clothes next to the bed. Ryan's cock was built just like the man himself, something Geoff loved, even more so now as he bent to lap lovingly at the head of it, grip on Ryan's throat not relenting. 

Ryan wanted to buck up, cry out, grab Geoff's hair- any of those things, but that was not their game. Not yet. He settled for a small groan and a rasped "Yes, Daddy..." which earned him an appreciative hum from Geoff and a long stripe licked up the underside of his cock. Geoff wrapped his lips around the head, sucking once, and then pulled away with a small obscene pop, licking his lips. "You're allowed to touch Daddy now, alright?" Ryan gave a small nod, and Geoff removed his hand from Ryan's throat, and immediately Ryan's hands flew to Geoff's hair, tugging the man back down towards his cock.

"Daddy, please, I've been good." He pleaded as Geoff teasingly breathed on the tip and looked up at Ryan from under lidded eyes.

"Fuck yeah, you have..." Geoff gave him a loving smile before enveloping Ryan's cock in the heat of his mouth, and Ryan shuddered, fingers curling into Geoff's head. 

"F-fuck, Daddy..." He gasped out as Geoff worked his tongue and lips over Ryan, and he gave Geoff's hair a warning tug before his hips bucked up, and Geoff quickly pulled off, crawling up to press himself against Ryan and take both their cocks together in one hand. Ryan's hands slipped from Geoff's hair, one moving to rest on Geoff's shoulder and the other joining Geoff's hand. Together they moved, Ryan gasping into Geoff's ear and Geoff panting into Ryan's. Ryan's hand clawed down Geoff's back as he came, and Geoff buried his face in Ryan's shoulder, sloppily biting and kissing as he too followed. 

When they both recovered, Ryan reached over the edge and grabbed his boxers, cleaning both of them off and then tossing the clothing towards the trashcan, hoping it made it in. Geoff gave a small sleepy yawn, and Ryan smiled, pulling the man in to spoon him. "Another tie." Ryan murmured, and a slow dopey grin spread over Geoff's face as his eyes closed and he pressed back into the embrace of Ryan. 

"Always is. Love you."