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It started with something remarkably small and, in the long run, really not all that notable. The Sheriff came in one day, like he often did. Ripley gave him his coffee (untouched by flavored sweeteners, fancy creams, or anything else that could be considered undesirable) like he occasionally did. They had their usual Sardonic and Sarcastic banter. And then Ripley called him Graham.

Ripley never called the Sheriff Graham. It was not a big deal, it was not even all that consequential. It was just a thing. And that was how it started. Or at least that is how it started for Ripley.

He started finding more reasons to invite Graham over. Wolf was lonely. Wolf was acting sick. His neighbor was a psychopath. Any reason really. Most recently, invited him over for beer. And then he remembered he had no beer at all. Graham was actually there before him.

Now he was at least partially drunk. He knew he had to be, because he was sprawled on the floor, Wolf was asleep, and Graham was... well he was definitely in Ripley's field of view. Did he pass out again? Why was Graham still there? Usually he let himself out when Ripley passed out.

"Graaham." He sat up with a crooked grin on his face.

"You're still here?"

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Ripley's reaction pulled a deep, satisfied chuckle from Graham as he obliged and repeated the motion, this time swiping his thumb over the head as well. It felt good, really good. He wondered to himself why he hadn't done something like this a long while ago.

"Like it?"

It wasn't really a question, he just wanted to hear Ripley's voice sound like that again.

The extra attention and Graham's voice added in had Ripley's hand shaking slightly, the tremor of electric pleasure tingling up and down his spine. His eyes were half closed, and it took considerable effort to make his hand move again, going back to trying to remove Graham's pants. His teeth were digging into his own lip, short, heavy breaths dragged in through his teeth and let out through his nose.

"Yeah."

It took a few minutes before he responded, and he did so by rocking his hips into Graham's hand.

"Yeah. Like- Fuck, just, keep doing that." His usual long and sometimes dizzying manner of speaking reduced to short, clipped sentences and breathy words, heavy with an accent he never should have had. An old english accent that had been out of place anywhere he remembered living.

It didn't matter so much that Ripley was getting distracted from his quest to get Graham's pants off, the sheriff was more focused on what he could do to the man on top of him right now anyway.

"So this is how to get you to use less words."

Worth to remember in the future, possibly, even if it wasn't the most practical method when in public.

He kept moving his hand, slow even strokes, twisting his wrist a little every now and again. This was an unexpected rush, more exhilirating than any experience of this kind he could remember having. Again something to perhaps examine closer later.

For now he just let his free hand wander over Ripley's chest, enjoying the difference in texture between smooth skin and coarser hair. How had he ever managed to fail to notice how attractive this guy was?

Ripley's back arched slightly, his other hand now on the couch too, short, raggedly-breathy sounds coming from between his lips and fuck, Graham's hand- The slight roughness of callouses coupled with the slow strokes is maddening. He nearly finds the words to rise to that comment but they get lost in a low moan and his head falling forward.

Then Graham's fingers brush over another sensitive spot on his chest and that was definitely a whine in the back of his throat. Damn. He was going to be embarrassed about that later if he remembered how to be.

"Graham." The word comes out more like a please than a name, and he spreads his hands out on the couch until his body is arched over the other man's, his hips rocking against the stroked of the hand on his cock. He wets his lips again, and locks eyes with Graham's deep, dark ones.

He had never really allowed himself to consider this happening as a possibility, before. Graham wasn't into guys. Ripley was never sure he was either, but it was pretty obvious he was well into Graham, at least.

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And apparently Graham was just as into Ripley, which was a revelation that just kept getting better and better.

Hearing his name from Ripley's lips would never be quite the same again, a thought that in itself made a sharp, low moan escape from his lips as his hand sped up and he lost himself in his favourite coffee lover's eyes.

It was unbelievably intense, just to push Ripley further and further towards the edge. It made his breath come out in pants that were halfway moans almost each and every one of them. It was so much more than anything he'd experienced in a long, long while. In forever, it felt like. He could feel.

Those eyes had gone hazy and wide, pleasure taking over most of his mental functions. It felt so good, so good and Graham's reactions just from touching Ripley were taking his breath away. He had to close his eyes to focus on keeping control of himself.

His hands fumbled with Graham's pants again, still clumsy but more determined this time as he tugged at them, barely getting them down far enough to get past Graham's ass, but for the moment it was enough, and he wrapped his fingers around the other man's cock and stroked.

He glanced down, eyes catching for a moment on Graham's hand sliding along his cock, and then to Graham's cock, his own hand stuttering to a stop for a moment before he continued.

"Graham, Graham, fuck can we-" He shifted forward some more and rocked into the hand around his cock, white spots of pleasure behind his eyes and burning through his body. He wasn't sure, exactly, what it was he wanted, how they were going to make this work, but he wanted more of Graham against him, and he knew he could come from just the Sheriff's hand alone, but he pressed their bodies tight together, trapping both their hands and their cocks between them and rocked forward, feeling the friction drag of skin against skin against skin and he moaned, his head falling limply.

"Damn," Apparently his vocabulary collapsed to half formed sentences and curses when flooded with these many sensations.

"Yes, whatever you want the answer's yes."

Though he really hoped that didn't involve stopping because that just might drive him insane. His voice was hoarse and harsh with lust and he rested his forehead against Ripley's shoulder as his whole body shivered from the increased skin contact.

"Driving me crazy."

Maybe stopping for a moment, but not entirely. It took Ripley a few moments to work up the ability to force them both to still. He groaned, a painful sound of protest even as he did, hand catching Graham's wrist to still his as well. But he did not stay still for long, dragging Graham's pants the rest of the way down, his lips brushing the other man's leg on the way down and he was kicking his own pants off as well.

He wasn't really thinking about mechanics of this right now, but he needed more, and he needed it now

"Just, fuck, just need you, Graham. Need you every where. Please." And his words were desperate, a keen in his throat. God. He was falling apart.

"Please."

Graham was thinking about the mechanics as he got rid of his socks, because he wanted very much to fulfill Ripley's request but he wasn't entirely sure how to go about it.

He slid off the couch to be back on the same level as Ripley and gently pushed the other man down on the floor, stretching his now naked form out on top of Rip with a low, throaty moan before giving him another deep, hungry kiss.

The moment Graham was on him again, Ripley was moving against him, seeking that friction he had found earlier and his own moans got lost in the kiss, his fingernails digging slightly into skin.

He whimpered, and the noise made him flush with embarrassment as the thought of positions finally crossed his mind.

He was having a hard time of coming up with reasons why it would be a bad idea, when all he could think about was needing more, faster, closer, now.

So he spread his legs a little more until Graham fit better against his body and lost himself into the kiss.

Who needed to breathe anyway?

Breathing was highly overrated it seemed, because Ripley had stolen his ability to do it and yet he could still move against the man under him almost frantically.

Someone spreading their legs had never seemed quite so erotic, so inviting before in all his life, and skin sliding against skin had never been so electrifying. He felt as if he was on fire from it as he claimed Ripley's mouth and made it his. Ripley had better remember this next time he kissed someone, he'd better remember what Greham's lips felt like against his own.

The fiercely possessive thought came out of nowhere, and quite frankly it was unsettling. He let it sink back to wherever it had come from, focusing instead on the rising tide of pleasure inside him, moaning against Ripley's lips, an almost pained sound.

Congratulations, Graham. You have discovered the secret to keeping Ripley from rambling long and over-complicated sentences. In fact, words are not even making it past his lips anymore in anything more than two-syllabic increments and barely discernible from his panted moans that intermittently break the kiss.

He moaned and gasped and made soft, whines of sounds against Graham,rocking and bucking up against him. At this point, he didn't care what happened as long as Graham's skin kept sliding against his, slick with sweat and a new and interesting texture with the trails of hair marking lines and different sensations across his skin.

It was not likely he would be able to think of anyone else for a long while after this, when his own hand was the only thing on his cock. The idea of kissing another far far away where it would vanish to for a long time to come.

It was a very pleasant discovery, he really should have thought of this sooner.

It felt so crude somehow, that just rubbing against someone would have this effect on him, would feel this good, but he wasn't really in the mood to question it.

No, right now he just accepted it, followed his body's lead as he angled himself for the maximum amount of friction, almost growling against Ripley's lips as he kissed them once again.

Ripley's breathing caught in his throat and he arched his back off the floor to meet the movements. He managed to pull together enough thoughts to consider slipping his hand between them and gave up on the idea, just pressing down with his hands and enjoying the way their bodies fit together, and the heavy, firm press of two bodies sliding against each other.

His fingers pressed into Graham's back, feeling the muscles tense and bunch with his movements. Crude or not, the friction and the hot press of Graham's body against his were so good, Ripley could care less if they looked like a pair of animals, rutting against each other like this.

That growl shot straight through Ripley, a moan muffled against the lips on his own. That and the change in the angle of Graham's movements and Ripley completely lost it, his body rocking up against Graham's still as his world went blank of everything but how good it felt, his cock twitching between their bodies as he came.

Graham arched up a little, just enough to get a hand in between their bodies again and wrap it around his own cock, his panting moans turning to something akin to shouts as he made himself follow Ripley over that white hot edge.

His neck was bent so that he could watch his own hand, watch himself make a mess all over Ripley's chest, watch the results of their rutting mingle on the other man's skin.

Now there was something he'd never thought he'd find hot.

He sunk back down on top of Ripley, not minding that he was getting sticky as hell but mildly concerned that he'd be too heavy, seeing as how afterglow was now reducing him to a boneless pile of flesh.

Ripley slumped back against the floor, his breathing coming in shallow pants. The sticky sensation was going to be unpleasant eventually, but the heavy press of Graham's body against his was a pleasant weight.

He focused on catching his breath, a lazy smile on his lips.

"Damn... Graham."

He gave a breathless laugh and breathed in deep, brushing his nose against Graham.

Graham laughed too, somehow finding enough strength to roll over so he was lying next to Ripley instead of on top of him. He found that he immediately missed the sensation of the other's body against his. That was kind of new.

"I would sound colossally stupid if I asked 'Did we just...', wouldn't I?"

But really, did they just...?

"I believe we did, yes."

Ripley was still grinning when his eyes slid closed, his body limp and relaxed against the floor. He scrunched his nose slightly when Graham moved away and the mess they had made started to cool against his skin, the room feeling cold now that the flush of blood and warmth of Graham's body were gone.

"Although I am not certain I would claim you sounded stupid to ask. It was not really an expected part of the evening." Just like Graham staying after he passed out had not been, and his grin softened into a pleased, content smile.

"A very enjoyable one, regardless."

And there Ripley went again with his words. It made Graham grin where he lay, even if he too was starting to feel mildly uncomfortable with the drying bodily fluids on his skin.

"I didn't know you were... you know, into me."

Way to sound like a hichschooler there, Graham.

"Figuring that particular bit of information out was a fairly new development on my part." Once Ripley's mind was working properly again, it was only natural he would fall into that same old fashioned way of speaking. Full sentences and descriptive words. It was difficult for him to cut his way of speaking.

It was one part admittance and one part explanation, but either way it had his skin just a bit warm again. Sure he had entertained more than a few... less than innocent thoughts recently about the Sheriff, but he had never put serious consideration into them.

"I did not think you would have any interest in doing these types of things with another man." And now who was feeling more than a little foolish? Two guesses who. Both attempts might be right.

Not like Graham actually minded the way Ripley talked. He in fact rather liked it, but bantering about it had sort of become a thing. A warm, friendly thing that made him smile just from passing thoughts during lonely workdays.

"I didn't think so either."

He laughed, turning his head to look at Ripley.

"Guess I was wrong there, huh?"

"We both were, it would seem."

Another lazy smile and he's reaching for his shirt, dragging it over to wipe his chest off with a slight grimace. Yeah he should have gone for a towel, but again. It was Ripley. He shifted onto his side and wiped Graham's abdomen off as well before balling the shirt up and tossing it into the corner.

"I think it might be a good idea for us to shower, soon." He sounded amused, eyes darting over the mess of sweaty skin they had both become.

Graham felt oddly touched by Ripley paying attention to him as well as himself, the act of drying off spunk with a t-shirt seeming oddly sweet to him for all that it was pragmatic and dirty.

"I think you might be right."

He raised his eyebrows questioningly, a hint of teasing sneaking into his tone.

"Together?"

"It is not as if we have much to hide from each other at this point."

Ripley slowly sat up on his knees and smiled brightly at the other man, watching him. Maybe it was a bit awkward, the way his eyes were lingering. But he was really finding it hard to tear his eyes away.

"The shower is large enough."

"Might as well, make sure you don't fall asleep and drown in there."

And maybe the thought of seeing water cascade all over Ripley's body wasn't an entirely unpleasant idea.

Yeah, it was a little awkward, but if this turned out to be a one time deal he was going to milk it for all it was worth.