A Wager Of Desire: Cory and Richie
by R. A. Swain
Pairing: Cory Raines/Richie Ryan
Rated: A slash
Series: Part one of a series: Wager of Desire, Thief of Hearts, On The Balcony,Burn Down the Mission, Confession Is Good For The Soul, and And I Say "What About Breakfast at Tiffanys?".
Disclaimer: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission, and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit.
Author's Notes: The idea of Cory and Richie together is just too hot to pass up.
Summary: Richie wants Cory to Leave town, but Cory maneuvers Richie into bed instead. Maybe Richie will change his mind about Cory leaving.
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Cory Raines loosened the top three buttons of his white dress shirt, and toed off his shoes. He leaned back on the couch, placed his feet on the coffee table, and reached for the glass of red wine on the end table. The day had been long, and now he needed to relax. Arguing with MacLeod was draining, and he had forgotten just how much fun as well. Mac was always easy to annoy, which made the entire process all the more fun. After a relaxing drink he would head to the hot tub, he thought. As he raise the wine glass to his lips he froze. Someone was there.
He set the glass down and stood up. It was definitely immortal, and male. He knew Amanda's feel very well, and this wasn't it. Perhaps Mac, he thought, but dismissed it. Mac was too angry with him to come back for what Cory always knew Mac wanted, but was always hesitant to admit until afterwards. The doorbell broke his concentration.
His tan sock-clad feet made a slight pattering sound as he walked to the door. If it was Mac then this was going to be a fun evening after all, he thought. He opened the door and frowned. "Oh, what do you want?"
Richie Ryan furrowed his brow. "I want you to leave Amanda and Mac alone," he said strolling in past Cory.
"Come right in, make yourself at home," Cory said sarcastically.
"knock it off, Raines. Mac told me all about you."
"Everything?" Cory asked, leaving just a hint in his voice that whatever Mac told him, there was more to it.
"He told me enough," Richie said.
"So you've taken it upon yourself to come over here, very late at night, to tell me to leave Mac and Amanda alone?" Cory strolled passed Richie back to the living room. He went to the bar and poured a second glass of wine. "Drink?" he asked.
"No." Richie answered. He followed Cory into the room.
"Oh, Mac probably told you how it would corrupt your morals," Cory said, opening another button on his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Richie asked. His eyes were glued to the smooth bare skin Cory was showing beneath his open shirt.
"I was going to hop in the hot tub, if you're planning on staying, join me."
"You're not listening to me," Richie almost sighed. He watched Cory strip off his shirt. "I'm not joining you in a hot tub."
"Why not? Afraid I might bite? Or is it something else? What is it, Richie, that bothers you about me?" Cory stood framed in the doorway leading to the deck and hot tub, bare chested, wearing brown trousers, the belt now open.
Richie gulped at the image before him. "I don't have any trunks," he said, his voice slightly horse. He went to the bar and picked up the glass Cory had poured for him, downing it quickly. He noted Cory's amused look. "My mouth was dry."
"Of course," Cory replied. "Why don't you join me in the tub? We can discuss my leaving town. As for trunks, we're both men."
"Yeah, we are," Richie responded. He shed his bomber jacket, and tugged his white T-Shirt over his head. He felt Cory's eyes on his bare chest before the shirt had cleared his head. As he toed off his sneakers, he watched Cory, a couple of feet away, finish opening his pants and allowing them to drop to the floor. Now he was dressed in tight white briefs and tan dress socks.
Richie locked eyes with Cory, kneeling to pull off his own white athletic socks. Cory mimicked his actions, removing his socks. Facing one another, eyes locked in a challenging stare, Richie opened his jeans as Cory looped his thumb in the waist of his briefs and tugged them down. Richie pushed down his jeans, revealing a lack of underwear.
"Now don't you feel better?" Cory asked.
Richie nodded, his glance now glued lower on Cory, to a semi-erect cock. "Yeah, great. Where's the tub?" He followed Cory out onto the deck, into the cool night air, and watched Cory's tight buns move across the wood to the hot tub.
Cory settled into the hot water quickly, and watched Richie cross the deck to join him. His eyes never left Richie's dangling cock. He swallowed hard as Richie settled in below the water level. "So now what makes you think you can persuade me to leave Mac and Amanda alone?"
"You're their friend," Richie said. He felt slightly more comfortable with the bubbling water covering his now erect cock. At least Cory couldn't see beneath the bubbles, he thought.
"As are you," Cory retorted. He wondered how Richie would react if he were to stand up right now and show him his erect man-sword?
Richie stretched out his feet and bumped Cory's calf. He pulled back immediately. He caught the grin on Cory's face. "Sorry, I thought there was more room in here."
Cory noted how uncomfortable Richie was. It was good to know, he thought, and stretched out his own legs, placing one on either side of Richie. Either the water was too hot, or Richie was beginning to blush. "Sorry, didn't mean to crowd you," Cory said, moving his legs slightly, but keeping his left foot in contact with Richie's right thigh.
"What are you up to?" Richie asked.
"Nothing, this just reminds me of a time long ago, in a hot spring back in England. Myself and a minstrel by the name of Alan. He resembled you in many ways." Cory allowed himself a brief moment to enjoy the thoughts of that merry time.
"Well, I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not--"
"Don't worry," Cory said. "I wouldn't mess with Mac's property."
Richie blinked. "Wait a minute! Do you think Mac and me, I mean, that we?"
"Aren't you?" Cory asked, a tone of innocence in his voice perfected over the centuries.
"Mac's not like that! I mean, I'm not like that!" Richie was getting flustered. He started to stand up, but the thought of his erection made him sit right back down before it broke the surface.
"I guess Mac didn't tell you everything about the old days," Cory said. Just then the bubbles ceased and the water started to calm.
"What happened?" Richie asked.
"It's on a timer. I'll have to reset it," Cory replied. Through the calm water he could now get an interesting view of Richie's manhood. He turned, allowing his foot to press harder against Richie's thigh, and reached to the side of the tub where he pressed a couple buttons and the bubbles resumed. He turned to face Richie again. "I see you're uncircumcised."
Richie turned beet red. "So are you," he managed to say.
"I'll bet that's something Mac didn't teach you. I mean, that all immortal men are uncircumcised," Cory said with a smirk.
Richie's eyes widened. "No, he never told me that. Is it true?"
"Well, the ones I've seen are uncircumcised. You could ask Amanda. She's probably been with more of them than I have, but she isn't the kind to kiss and tell." Cory allowed the meaning of his words to sink in before continuing. "Richie, how much do you want me out of Mac and Amanda's life?"
Richie was guarded, but his throbbing erection, and deep seeded thoughts in the back of his mind, were hoping Cory might be about to propose something. "A lot. Why?"
Cory know he could turn this evening into fun, and Richie was definitely worth the effort. "Do you gamble?"
"A little at the track, why?"
"I'm proposing a bet. If you win, I leave town tonight."
Richie smiled. "Great. What's the bet?"
"Don't you want to know what I want you to put up when I win?" Cory asked.
"I think I know what you want," Richie said. "I know Mac may be a boy scout, but I grew up on the streets. I saw the way you looked at me when I crossed the deck."
"And I saw the way you watched me undress."
Cory countered. "I'll spice up the bet. If you win, I'll leave town tomorrow morning, but for tonight I belong to you. Anything you want."
Richie drew a deep breath. "And if you win?"
"You stay out of my business with Mac and Amanda, and you belong to me for the remainder of the night," Cory replied.
"Anything you want?" Richie asked.
"Anything." Cory emphasized the word.
"So what are we betting on?" Richie asked.
"A different kind of sword fight," Cory said, standing up to reveal his man-sword pointed skyward.
Richie stared at it. "I don't get it?"
"You've never heard of cock-fighting?"
"With roosters," Richie said.
"No, this is a little different. To explain it, you stand up, we press together in a bear hug, and grind our cocks together, until one of us cums." Cory watched Richie's eyes, looking for a hint of interest or disinterest. The wide-eyed stare told him Richie was definitely interested.
Cory watched Richie stand up, a foot away from him, his own skyward reaching weapon pressing against his stomach. "All I have to do is make you cum first?" Richie asked.
"That's it."
"Where are we doing this?"
"Right here is as good a place as any," Cory replied. "And the winner get's the loser's ass right here on the deck in the moonlight."
Richie smiled, and did a slow 360 degree turn before Cory. "I just wanted you to see what you'll be missing," he said. "Now how do we do this?"
Cory stepped forward until he was pressed up against Richie's bare body. The feeling of the heat from the water and the heat from Richie's body were almost enough to make him lose right then, but he held out. He felt Richie shudder when their cocks touched.
Richie knew what was at stake, and had been with other men in his young life, but Cory was different. The feel of Cory's manhood pressing against his own was something new and exciting. Cory's chest pressing against his was more than he bargained for, and when Cory wrapped his arms around him and grabbed his ass, he knew this wasn't going to be the same as some of the wrestling matches he was in as a teenager. This was definitely all grown up, man to man play for which he was totally unprepared.
Cory begin grinding his hips, thrusting his cock against Richie's, sending Richie into a new level of sensuality. This was beyond masturbation, he thought. The feel of Cory's weapon against his own, the wet skin sliding against his, their pecs rubbing against one another, made him shake with pleasure. Nothing he did before this was equal to Cory Raines, and he suddenly knew no one would ever be able to make him feel this good again. He didn't care about the bet, all he suddenly cared about was never letting Cory stop rubbing against him.
He thrust back against Cory's thrusts, their man-swords clashing in a combat to the end. Richie felt Cory's balls rubbing against his own, the water bubbling around their legs and he knew this contest was over. He groaned. "Oh God! I'm gonna cum!"
Cory, who had leaned his head back and closed his eyes, opened them, leaned in and covered Richie's mouth with his own. His tongue locked in battle with Richie's, now creating a multi-level battle of their bodies. He felt Richie shake and the hot seed shoot out of Richie's pulsing cock, pressed between them. As he broke the kiss, Richie fell back to sit in the water again. He breathed hard.
Cory, still erect, his stomach coated in Richie's cum, stood in the middle of the bubbling water in the moonlight. Richie looked up at him, at his cock glistening in the moonlight. "I don't suppose you go for best two out of three?" he asked.
Cory laughed. "Kid, You know I'll beat you every time."
Richie took a deep breath. "It'll be worth it."
"Concede." Cory said, lifting himself to the edge of the tub next to Richie. "And show me your concession, orally first."
Richie looked up at him, the moonlight now fully lighting up Cory's very hot body. Richie turned to kneel in the water his head between Cory's thighs. He closed his eyes and began kissing the inside of Cory's left thigh. His hand caressing the top of Cory's right leg, working it's way up his smooth abs to his toned pecs. He pinched Cory's right nipple and his mouth found its way to Cory's balls. If he couldn't win, at least he could take out all his oral pleasures on Cory, maybe then he could convince him to leave Mac and Amanda and abandon his plans of robbery to replace them with plans for more hot sex? It was a good plan, he thought. One with great possibilities for enormous pleasure on both their parts.
His tongue licked feverishly at the smooth round sac. As his cheeks caressed the thighs on either side of his face, he realized Cory shaved his balls. He felt himself getting hard again at the thought of Cory. He opened his eyes and glanced up at Cory, who was looking down at him with bluish/green pools of lust, as he opened his mouth and slowly lowered it over Cory's erect man-sword.
Cory sighed audibly when Richie's hot tongue flicked against the crown of his cock. So few had found his pleasure spots so easily. The way Richie's mouth seemed to caress his shaft, he felt as if they were made for each other. He had planned on simply screwing the young stud, but now, as he was receiving oral pleasure he would remember for eternity, he decided that this man needed someone to make love to him. Apparently, Mac was neglecting an important part of Richie's training, and he would just have to take over.
He placed his hand on Richie's shoulder, and gently pushed him back. Richie looked up questioning. "Let's dry off and move this to the bedroom," Cory said. "We'll have more room."
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