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[anachronos]

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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[heartless_huntsman]

The awkward boner sure wasn't going unnoticed. In fact, Graham's tongue darted out to wet his lips when he glanced down at it, and they weren't actually dry.

"Are you? Imagining I mean."

He just kept sliding his hands over soap-slicked skin, even as his mind was screaming at him.

Why did you say that? What are you doing?

He didn't know, and now he couldn't even blame being drunk because he'd pretty much sobered up at this point.

[anachronos]

Another shudder ran through Ripley and he was debating whether or not he could claim the reddening of his skin was from the heat of the water. Here they were standing in a shower after rutting against one another, and Graham's hands were on him. He couldn't turn around, either, because Graham's words and his touch were turning Ripley on.

So he fumbled for words as he ran out of ideas and rubbed some of the soap up over his own shoulders. No point in denying it when he was fairly certain Graham had already noticed.

"I may just be doing so." Ripley knew he did not have the excuse of alcohol. He really could not have from long after the start of all this.

[heartless_huntsman]

While his body was still recovering a little, so to speak, Graham's mind was most certainly turned on, something that was probably painfully obvious from his entire attitude. Something about this encounter had just been so different. A good different.

He wanted more.

He somewhat reluctantly took his hands off Ripley to start soaping himself up, smiling broadly.

"Liking it?"

Not really a question he needed an answer to, but he wanted to hear Rip say it.

[anachronos]

"If I was not, I would have stopped imagining it a while ago."

He tried to play off his tension with a grin and a short laugh, letting the water wash away the soap and trying to make his imagination swing down a different path. Hopefully one that would get rid of the problem his current mental path was creating.

He was not some hormonal teenager, damn it. Graham was just having a peculiarly strong effect on him that he just couldn't shake. It was not like he'd spent a lot of time fantasizing about the Sheriff before this. A couple of awkward dreams he quickly made sure to forget in the morning, yes, but he had just assumed those were due to Graham being the one around him the most here in Storybrooke. Not to mention he'd never stopped himself from thinking the Sheriff was a good looking guy.

And there he was going back down the wrong path again with a low curse beneath his breath.

[heartless_huntsman]

Something about that barely audible cursing made something twist inside Graham in a very good way, and without giving it much further thought he pulled Ripley roughly up against himself so that their naked bodies were pressed together once more.

With no more gentleness he unceremoniously bent his head to sink his teeth into Ripley's neck. Not hard enough to break the skin by a long shot, but with a much sharper sting to it than the average lovebite.

[anachronos]

The first tug back until he was lined up and pressing slick skin against slick skin had Ripley giving a low guttural groan somewhere between an almost-protest and desire. Then there was a sharp pain of teeth sinking into skin and Ripley's head fell back, his arms gripping awkwardly at the slippery skin of Graham's hips behind him with a yelp. It melted quickly into a much more adamant groan and he pressed his whole body back against Graham.

Oh that so wasn't fair. He bit his lips to shut the sounds up, a shudder down his spine as he pressed back a little harder, closed his eyes and just felt. Warm and wet and sharp pain and something desperate and needy. He was going to drown in sensations that should not have felt as strongly as they did.

This was just a thing. A thing that he accidentally might have persuaded Graham into knowing the other man was drunk. A thing that would probably be 'forgotten' in the morning and never spoken of again.

Well, what if it was. Then Ripley would get all he could out of it now, while he could.

That bite was really going to leave a mark. His nails dug into Graham's skin in a form of retaliation and Ripley smirked past his own teeth digging into his lower lip.

[heartless_huntsman]

Oh yeah, this was making him hard all over again and there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it. He should probably feel embarrassed or ashamed, but mostly he was just very horny.

Without letting his brain get in the way of it too much one of his hands was already sliding down to wrap itself around Ripley's cock to stroke it hard again while he rubbed himself against the other man and felt his own cock rub against Ripley's ass in a way that made white spots dance in front of his eyes as he licked the area he'd bitten.

He wanted it bad, wanted to do Ripley right here and now, and he wanted to do it stone sober and fully aware.

[anachronos]

Oh god. Yeah. This was probably going to kill him. Ripley had to fight just to remember to keep standing when Graham's hand closed around his cock. Fuck, it felt nice. He flattened his feet as solidly to the floor of the shower as the slick, wet floor would allow and pushed back against Graham.

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.