"Uh...uh...uh...ETHAN!" Ryan shouted as his back arched and he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. Wiped out from the force of is orgasm, he got up, padded to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. Fuck! Someone else is going to have to take over this mission. I'm compromised and won't be able to keep from grabbing Ethan and fucking him into oblivion. He finished up his shower, shaved, dressed and reported to work. Knocking on his boss's door frame, he entered the office and sat down.
"Come on in and have a seat, Ryan," Duncan responded to his lack of courtesy. "You obviously have something on your mind. What's up?"
"Someone else is going to have to be assigned to case 2002-RE-2. I've been compromised."
Duncan raised a startled eyebrow. "How so? Just because you had a minor interaction with a local doesn't mean you're compromised."
"What if, by stopping him from getting hurt when he passed out, I altered the timeline even further. What if he was supposed to get hurt somehow?"
"How do you know that saving him from being injured prevented an alteration to the timeline?"
"So how are you compromised?"
"I've fallen in love with the guy I met in the past. Ethan."
"Holy shit! Are you sure about this?"
"I'm going to be blunt here. I want to bend him over every surface in his shop and fuck him until he can't walk straight."
Duncan looked at Ryan like he had 6 heads. "Wait. What?"
"Duncan, you've known for years I don't just play for the other team, I'm their fucking captain." Ryan responded with a slight annoyance.
"Well, color me stupid. I mean, I knew you were gay, but I guess it just didn't sink in until now. What a fucking mess! What the hell are we gong to do about this?"
"I don't know," Ryan whispered.
Ethan took a walk down the long dock and sat on the edge looking out over the small tree-surrounded lake. What the hell is happening to me? I don't even know Ryan, but I can't get him out of my head. I want him to bend me over every surface in the shop and fuck me until I can't walk straight. That's not me. I made Joey wait almost a year before I'd let him fuck me. What is it about Ryan? I don't know how to contact him to talk with him. He said he might have something for me to restore, but there's no guarantee it'll happen. What do I do about this? I'm at a total loss. I must have whacked off three times last night thinking about him.
As dusk began to settle he decided to go get a pizza and some beer and watch some mindless television in hopes of it taking his mind of Ryan.
Ryan was not so lucky. After dinner, he tried to watch a movie, but the male lead character reminded him of Ethan. This is fucking ridiculous. I need to figure out what to do. Countless scenarios played through his head until he finally settled on one. He decided that the best course of action was to confront the situation head-on. That meant another trip back in time. Probably not the best course of action, but he couldn't come up with any alternatives. The timeline was still skewed, but it didn't seem to have changed anything in his present time. He felt that somehow, the alteration had to do with Ethan Evans. He needed answers, and the only way to get them was to go back in time and talk with Ethan. His dick was definitely on board with that idea as it rose to full mast and demanded attention as it did anytime Ryan thought of Ethan.
Slipping into the darkened control room Ryan was thankful that there would be no one there that late at night. Swiping his access card he activated the travellator control console and pulled up the trip logs. Okay, so that's how Liam fucked up. He transposed two coordinates. The question is, which are the right ones? He studied them for a few minutes then picked one at random. He entered them into the computer, stepped into the travellator and in a few seconds materialized inside Ethan's shop, who had decided to lose himself in his work. Hearing a noise behind him and spun around quickly to see Ryan standing there and promptly fainted.
"Not again," Ryan muttered as he jumped to catch the unconscious man. Guiding him down to the floor, Ryan sat there gently holding Ethan. Unable to help himself, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of Ethan's head.
A few seconds later Ethan regained consciousness. Looking up at Ryan he asked, "who are you?"
"I'm Ryan. Remember we met the other day when I came in to ask you about your restoration work?"
"No, I mean who are you? Why can't I get you out of my mind?" Ethan asked, bewildered.
"Probably for the same reason I can't get you out of my mind." Ryan bent down and brushed his lips across Ethan's. Ethan responded by grabbing the back of Ryan's neck and deepening the kiss, opening his mouth to invite Ryan's tongue to come out to play. This goes against all temporal laws regarding interaction with people from the past, but I don't care. He twisted Ethan around and pulled him into his lap, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. Both men moaned as they rubbed against each other and did battle with their tongues.