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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]

Okay, the awkward boner was definitely a fact at this point, though it brought the question to mind if a boner is actually awkward when the person you're with seems to be actively trying to encourage it.

Wait... so... did this mean he was gay? Well, probably bi, right? He did like women, he was fairly sure of that.

Actually, that little noise Ripley made right there made him decide to think about that later. It also pushed Regina a lot further back in his mind than she probably should be at a time like this.

Let's try some of that rocking again instead. Oh yes, it felt good. No thinking too hard about why right now, he was just going to... go with it.

"Yeah?"

He cupped the side of Ripley's face to lift it from his neck so he could look him in the eyes, throat going just a bit dry as he did so. Wow, Ripley really was a pretty good looking guy, wasn't he?

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That was definitely Graham instigating the movement that time. The thought raced like fireworks down his spine, and then he was eye to eye with Graham, his pupils dilated from a mix of alcohol and lust pooling in the pit of his stomach. Yeah, denying his attraction to Graham was definitely no longer an option.

"I may have thought about doing this more than a couple passing instances, recently." Was he actually going to admit to that? Okay, maybe he was. This might have been slightly less awkward thanks to the alcohol and Graham not shoving him off, but waking up from one of his narcoleptic attacks with a serious problem and the knowledge that it had been caused by dreams of the Sheriff? That had been awkward more than twice, at least.

"But I think in this instance I may take your advice and speak a little less than I am usually inclined to do."

It was purposeful determination that had him moving his time, shifting until he was straddling Graham, hands on either side of the sheriff on the couch, and he rolled his hips, forcing that contact to more direct and focused points that made his words catch roughly in his throat.

It was a wonder half the town was not after Graham, really. Ripley was fairly certain they would be if anyone opened their eyes past their own problems.

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"Always did wonder if you let your mouth run during sex too."

It was true, that thought really had passed through Graham's mind a few times. A thought that hadn't, however, was what team Ripley batted for. He realized that he'd never actually asked, and suddenly felt a little ashamed of that.

He tentatively ran his hands along Ripley's thighs, enjoying the flex of muscles as the other man moved against him. He let his head fall back against the back of the sofa, and a muted sound of pleasure escaped from his lips.

"Oh, yes."

There was no conscious decision to say that, but there it was, a hoarse mumble as his hands curved around Ripley's ass to press him closer, to intensify the friction.

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"Only half the time."

The tone to Ripley's voice raised in pitch as Graham's hands found his ass. He bit his lip and ground down harder and leaned back down. Ripley could only agree with a breathy yes of his own.

Damn. Okay, he never really thought he swung for the other team, but he had never really put any thought into it, to be honest. He was stuck in the past, yes, but he didn't have many opinions when it came to sex beyond that he enjoyed it and rarely got enough of it after his wife left him.

His head dropped back down, and Ripley's tongue brushed over the skin along the side of Graham's throat. Maybe it was a little weird but he had always been rather fond of indulging his sense of taste. His hands were cool and Graham's skin felt like fire beneath them when he managed to tug Graham's far too numerous layers of clothing up enough to run them along his skin.

"Graham, why do you wear so many layers of clothing. I think you go a bit beyond the acceptable amount here."

[heartless_huntsman]

Weird wasn't the word that came to Graham's mind as he felt that tongue against his throat. Actually his mind was pretty wiped of words entirely as his hips jerked sharply against Riply purely on reflex as a spike of pleasure went through him.

He unceremoniously unbuttoned his vest and shrugged out of it, a little awkwardly since he was being straddled but he really didn't want Ripley to move. Then he simply pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

Because to be frank it felt rather odd to be grinding against a person he'd never even kissed before.

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That was something Ripley had been staying back from, uncertain how the Sheriff would react to it. But the open invitation was all he needed to toss that thought away and he leaned forward, making sure the movement dragged his own body against Graham's as he found the Sheriff's lips.

Of course, this was what he had wanted to sneak a taste of to begin with. Graham drank nearly as much coffee as he did, and he had little doubt the strong, darkly rich flavor would linger in the Sheriff's mouth. When he kissed, it was lacking the languid slowness and hesitance Ripley held about him. It was hungry and he didn't wait for further permission to make the kiss a deep and hungry one, determined to satisfy his curiosity.

He was not disappointed to find a trace of the coffee among the slightly bitter taste of alcohol still on Graham's tongue. His own lapped against it and the ran along the roof of his mouth, small, pleased sounds in the back of his throat and his hands taking full advantage of the Sheriff's bared torso.

Yes, this was much better. Even if his pants were now an uncomfortably tight press of pressure against his cock, and his clothes had him feeling overheated.

When he pulled back from the kiss, he was panting, and tugging his own shirt off to escape the heat surrounding him.

[heartless_huntsman]

The kiss certainly felt different than what he was used to, the slight scrape of the other man's stubble an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensation. And those sounds Ripley was making, each and every one of them caused sharp and almost painful pangs of intense pleasure.

As the other man pulled away to get his shirt off, Graham eagerly assisted, wanting to discover more of Ripley. His fingertips dug into his friend's back as he bent down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first to see what sort of reaction he'd get.

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Ripley's own hands stuttered to a very sudden stop at the new sensation and a groaned gasp left his lips, eyes sliding closed for a moment. Graham would find one of his weakest points right away, wouldn't he?

Dragging in another breath he let his hands fall on Graham's hips a moment, his back pressing into the fingers digging into his skin. Yeah. There was no way any of this was a bad idea.

He spread his fingers out and felt along Graham's stomach, over his sides and up his chest, admiring the other man's more muscular physique.

So this was different. Firmer and less yielding than touching his wife had been. It was a nice different.

When his hands moved back down they smoothed along the waist of the Sheriff's pants until his fingers found the clasps, and then he was right back to work on undressing the other man, his tongue darting out to wet his lips when he glanced down.

[heartless_huntsman]

It hadn't been too far-fetched a guess that it would be pleasurable to Ripley in some way at least, but it was lovely to get such a strong reaction. Lovely and encouraging, so he sucked a little harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive skin as he added just a touch of teeth.

At the same time his hands were sliding down Ripley's back, fingertips still curled in to press against the muscles he could feel under the skin until the progress was halted by cloth. Then he too got to work on getting the other man's pants open as he leaned back a little to look Ripley in the eyes.

"Again. Kiss me."

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"Absolutely."

It's a little breathless, the way he says it, and Ripley does not hesitate to lean back in for a kiss, this one slightly distracted but still hungry.

He shifted to make Graham's attempts at getting his pants off easier, his own attempts a bit clumsy, but getting there.

His breathing was rough and ragged, chest feeling tight with the effects Graham's mouth had been having on him. His teeth scraped against Graham's lips and he pressed back into the kiss again with a cut off, desperate sound.

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Graham knew he definitely wanted to get Ripley naked, but he was less sure what he would actually do once this goal was accomplished. What do you do with another guy? He supposed it was easy enough to find out, not like he'd been entirely sure what to do with women when he started having sex.

He was damn sure he liked the kissing, though. And it had felt good to take a bit of control, to not be led around like... well, like some sort of pet. It was an uncharitable thought, and one he let go of quickly because he really didn't want to be thinking about Regina at all right now.

There was a moment of hesitation when Ripley's pants were open, but it was so short that it was barely noticeable. Long live liquid courage, he thought to himself as he reached in to free Ripley's cock. Felt strange to have one in his hand that wasn't his own, but again not unpleasant. He wondered if he was going too fast, if he should have waited, made out some more, whatever... something. Too late to turn back now, though, so he gave the cock in his hand an experimental stroke.

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Ripley was all for figuring it out as they went along. In fact, he was not doing a lot of thinking at all, right now. The kissing was definitely ranking up in the genius level of 'ideas Graham has' list, and he had no problem giving over control to the Sheriff. It sent a thrill through him he was going to take a deeper look at later when Graham told him to do something.

But then there really were no thoughts going through his head. His mind wiped a blank white of pleasure when the rougher hand wrapped around his cock. It drew an animalistic sound from Ripley, his hips bucking forward, and it really had been way too long since he had been touched by someone else's hand if all it took was one stroke from Graham to have him breaking apart at the seams.

"Fuck. Jesus, Graham, do that again." One of his hands was digging so deep into his couch he thought he might put holes into it with his fingers, while the other had gone white knuckled, hooked into Graham's waistband, his knuckles rubbing against the dip where hip bones and ab muscles melted into a trail of hair he had been all too eager to follow.

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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.

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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.

[heartless_huntsman]

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?

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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.

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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.

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.