Ripley Vance Willems (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
anachronos) wrote2012-10-06 08:55 pm
anachronos) wrote2012-10-06 08:55 pm
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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?"
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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It was a bit startling how very okay he imagined he would be with letting Graham do exactly that. It wasn't like he had ever imagined himself getting fucked before. He might have entertained more than a few curious thoughts about men he'd found attractive before, but it had never gone down this road before. And right now his mind had just jumped to catch up and the thought was turning him on more.
This night was turning into a whole set of surprising new things and realizations, it seemed.
"Fuck." Okay, his mental coherency was quickly fleeing from his grasp again, so he retaliated the only way he could. His hands shifted in their slippery grip to grab a firmer purchase on Graham's hips, and with a tiny smirk between deep, almost shuddered breaths, he rocked back against the cock pressing against his skin, and forward into the hand around his own cock.
If Graham wanted to drive him insane he was working well on his way, but Ripley wasn't going down without dragging the Sheriff with him.