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The door closed behind Pepper as he entered the detective's office without knocking. "Hello, William." Soft smile ever present on his face. "Staying late again? Do you ever rest?"
"Do you ever knock?" Annoyance laced his voice. Pepper pulled a chair up next to Ryker's and sat, crossing his legs. "What do you want Jax?"
"To see you." Pepper tilted his head as he spoke. "Is that a crime, detective?"
Ryker shook his head and set his pen down, there was no way he'd get anything done with the doctor around. He ran his hand along his hair a couple of times, sighing and relaxing in his chair. Peering at Pepper over his sunglasses. Waiting.
Pepper's smile widened, legs uncrossing, leaning forward onto Ryker's desk, resting his chin on his hand. "I missed you."
Ryker scoffed at him, realizing finally what he wanted. "You know I'm having you over tonight, right? Did you forget?"
"Did you?" Ryker cocked his head at the question. Puzzled look prompted Pepper to continue. "You said we'd be home by nine." He leaned closer to Ryker as he spoke. "You're late."
Ryker checked his watch. Nine thirty-eight. "Oh come on, it's not that long- hey!" Pepper had gotten up now, lightly gripping Ryker's chin and tilting it to look up at him.
"I miss you."
His shades were removed by Pepper's free hand, eyes underneath darting around to avoid the doctor's gaze. "It's been busy. I can't take any breaks lately. I'm sorry.
"You're so tense all of the time lately. Let me help you with that."
Ryker finally made eye contact with the taller man, stunned into silence as Pepper set his sunglasses aside. Pepper guided the detective to stand, pushing their chairs aside and trapping Ryker with his back facing the desk.
"Hold on- Jax the shades!" Ryker whispered sharply, a leg snuck in between his own pressing against his crotch. A soft groan escaped against his will as Pepper reached behind him to shut the blinds.
"Better?"
"Someone might still come in if they see the lights."
Pepper cocked his head again. "Why would they? Everyone knows you work late."
"Everyone also knows Ana leaves the lights on all the time, just lock the door or something."
Pepper huffs in annoyance from having to separate from the detective. He turns the small desk light on before walking back towards the door and locking it. Flicking the main light switch off before returning to the desk and pushing the papers aside. His hands then met Ryker's hips, coaxing him to sit on the desk. Ryker hesitated a little before following the silent command. He pressed one hand to Pepper's chest before they continued.
"What if someone hears?"
Pepper's smile seemed more sinister in the dark lighting. "You'll just have to be quiet."
Lips finally met, one's more frenzied than the others. Pepper forced his tongue into his mouth, pressing it harshly against Ryker's. Separating briefly to pull the red sweater over Ryker's head and discard it behind him. Hungry mouths found each other again as steady hands traveled up Ryker's torso. Ryker spread his legs apart, thighs bumping into the clutter on his desk. A stapler scraped across the wood loudly but it was paid no mind as a thumb brushed against Ryker's nipple lightly. Quiet moan muffled by the taller man's mouth.
They stopped briefly again so they could reposition, Ryker couldn't lean back without inevitably pulling the blinds off their mount, they both knew. Ryker immediately began reconsidering his desk placement. Pepper pulled him back to his feet by his belt loops and unfastened Ryker's belt for him. Ryker took over undoing the rest. Pepper followed suit, unzipping his pants. Neither fully removed their garments yet, Ryker turned himself around and leaned over as Pepper's hands met his hips again. Curling around the front of his thighs as he ground his crotch into the detective's ass. The action elicited a moan that was promptly silenced by fingers pushing into Ryker's mouth. Lips pressed against his ear and barely whispered.
"I told you to be quiet."
Ryker's back arched into the doctor's grip, unintentionally pressing himself further into his crotch. Fingers thrust further into his mouth, making him gag softly and choke back a noise. Ryker felt his cock twitch, still in the confines of his boxers. Pepper slipped his unoccupied hand into the waistband of Ryker's boxers and wiggled him out of them, doing the same for his own garments and removing his fingers from Ryker's mouth.
A thick line of spit connected Pepper's hand to his lips before it broke, Ryker shivered as the fingers pressed against his entrance. Pepper wiggled one finger into him with minimal effort, only feeling Ryker tense around it for a moment. Pepper huffed out a breath right into Ryker's ear causing him to flinch.
"You're doing so well." Pepper decided to toy with him a little. He pressed a second finger inside, scissoring them for a moment before pressing around deeper. Searching. "You've barely made a sound."
A soft curl downwards earned a gasp, cut off by Ryker covering his mouth. A third and final finger joined, rubbing against his prostate as he started to tremble.
"I bet you'd like it if someone caught us though."
A not-so-subtle twitch caught the doctor off guard. He didn't think Ryker was so into this mutated form of exhibitionism. He smirked and removed his fingers, digging into his coat pocket for a small bottle of lube.
"You had that the whole time? Seriously?" Ryker's hushed voice hissed at him.
Pepper snickered under his breath as he poured the lube onto his cock, spreading it over the length for a moment before adding a generous amount to Ryker's entrance as well. Fingers sunk in one last time to coat the inside before they lined up his dick.
Footsteps started getting closer.
Pepper thrust inside of him suddenly, causing the detective to lurch forward and a strangled sound got ripped from his throat. Pepper slapped his cleaner hand across the shorters face, stilling his movements. The footsteps stopped suddenly, not a noise was made except for harsh breathing through Pepper's hand. It felt like minutes before the footsteps finally rushed away.
"Ja-ax," Ryker barely formed the word. "move."
Pepper felt the desperation he'd been holding back come rushing forth, it had been a while since their last chance for intimacy. And he wasn't exactly the most distant from Ryker. No. He wished he could spend all of their waking life by each other's side, but with their occupations, it didn't allow for a lot of alone time. His hips would stutter every now and then, mouthing at the detective's neck and nipping it lightly. He wanted to hear him, even if it was soft noises and not full-blown moans.
It was certainly working, Ryker couldn't stop every noise from escaping. Stifled moans and harsh breaths echoed in Pepper's head as he reached around to grab Ryker's cock. Stroking it in time with his thrusts and unlatching from his neck, Pepper spoke again.
"I think they heard you."
Ryker's knees buckled as he spilled over Pepper's knuckles, a choked moan filling the room as he struggled to quiet himself. Pepper grunted against his ear, Ryker tightening around his cock and pushing him over the edge as well. They stayed hunched over the desk for a moment before Pepper leaned back and pulled out. The lighting made it hard to see, but he could tell that cum leaked out as he did.
"You better have tissues in here Will."