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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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[anachronos]

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.

[heartless_huntsman]

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.

[anachronos]

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.

[heartless_huntsman]

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...?

[anachronos]

"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."

[heartless_huntsman]

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.

[anachronos]

"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.

[heartless_huntsman]

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?"

[anachronos]

"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.

[heartless_huntsman]

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?"

[anachronos]

"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."

[heartless_huntsman]

"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.

[anachronos]

Ripley chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, getting to his feet at last and offering Graham a hand.

"That would be a true tragedy. We can not have that."

[heartless_huntsman]

Graham took the offered hand and got to his feet. He didn't really want to let go once he'd done that, but two grown men wandering naked through the house hand in hand would probably feel weird, so he did.

"Though maybe whoever they hired to replace you in the cafe would bring me real coffee."

[anachronos]

Ripley almost missed that contact, though he said nothing, just shaking his head with a grin as he headed for the bathroom. Was this suggestion a bit too much? Graham didn't seem to be freaking out Maybe he was thinking too hard.

Two friends who happened to get a little too drunk. They would probably never talk about this night again once it was over. That was unfortunate.

He grinned a bit more and turned the shower on, letting the water warm off as he shoved his thoughts aside.

"Now I really can't have that. How will you ever find your true coffee love if you never get the opportunity to try new things?"

He flashed another grin and slipped into the shower, a low, pleased hum in his throat as the water hit him. It really felt good. Showers were highly underrated.

[heartless_huntsman]

"I have found my true coffee love."

Graham stepped into the shower as well, though getting properly under the water would mean pressing up against Ripley and suddenly he wasn't sure if that would be all right.

What was the etiquette for showering together after slightly drunken and very unexpected sex?

"It's hot, black and strong."

[anachronos]

If this was the only chance Ripley was getting he was making the most of it. Graham did not get much longer to wonder about etiquette. Ripley tugged him closer, pulling him under the spray as well, eyes sparkling with a bit of mischief.

"You only think it is because you do not know any better."

A playful grin as he tried not to focus too hard on how good Graham looked with the water running over him.

"I don't actually bite, you know."

[heartless_huntsman]

"Really?"

Graham grinned (one might be inclined to describe it as 'wolfish', even), putting his hands on Ripley's hips as he was pulled closer. That hint of mischief sparked something in him as well, and he leaned in closer still so he could speak right into Ripley's ear.

"I do."

[anachronos]

Oh God. That was not fair. That was going to be in his dreams for weeks. He gave a slight groan despite his attempts to stop it. Why. Fuck, why did Graham have to be like this.

Ripley had been consistently drawn to him even when they were just friends. Now he was drawn to him in far more complicated ways.

He grinned back anyway, reaching over Graham to grab the soap.

"Is that so?" And it was said with that drawling old English tone he mostly only got when he was half awake.

[heartless_huntsman]

"Yep."

He grabbed hold of Ripley's wrist so that he could pry the soap out of his hand, slowly beginning to slide it over the other man's skin.

"I'm a beast."

[anachronos]

Yeah. Ripley's brain was not even waiting for him to fall asleep. It was already playing out scenes in the back of his mind that got far worse when Graham started washing him. Ripley swallowed and laughed again, closing his eyes against the water.

Graham was a beast when it came to sex. If what they had just done was anything near an indication it was in very good ways. And it startled Ripley that he was thinking about that already. That he was wishing this would happen again, and possibly more.

This was possibly more awkward then rubbing off on Graham. Getting an awkward boner in the shower because Graham was washing him with the soap and - Yeah. He was thinking about Graham biting him, again.

"Aah. Yeah, I can imagine." Shit did he say that out loud, because he was imagining it. Why was he imagining it?

[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.