Warning: Pure, unadulterated sex ahead. Serious NC-17 of the slash variety. That means men. And more men. No women, understand? Plot? We didn't bother. Substance? We left it out. Sex? Nothing else! Nothing implied, we spelled it all out (and we spelled it correctly, so don't bother to check). You won't have to think about it, we gave you all the details.
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This story begins immediately following the episode Chivalry.
All he had wanted was a quiet drink. The buzz hit him as soon as he walked in the door. Looking around, he spotted Richie Ryan staring toward him. Damn. The only reason he hadn't gone to Joe's tonight was because of the kid. Based on Richie's behavior at MacLeod's that first evening, he had decided it might be better if they didn't meet for a few days.
It was too late to pretend he hadn't seen the young Immortal. Nodding casually, Methos crossed to the bar and ordered a drink. His only worry about meeting Ryan was MacLeod's probable reaction if the situation got out of hand. Judging by appearances, Richie had been drinking for a while and was spoiling for a fight. Well, he'd have to look somewhere else. *Adam Pierson* wasn't fighting anyone tonight. He finished his drink slowly. When the bartender offered him a refill, he accepted. On the other hand, he'd be damned if he'd let the kid run him off.
Another minute and he became aware that Richie was making his way across the crowded floor toward him.
"What the hell are you doing here, Pierson?"
"Having a drink."
"No. Just drinking. I'd offer you one, but I think you've had enough." Methos was sorry as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Picking a fight with Duncan's student hadn't been his intention.
He understood the boy's problem. Richie was torn between regretting Kristin's death and being grateful that she hadn't killed him or any of his friends. He was also dealing with having to be grateful to MacLeod, one more time, for bailing him out of a dangerous situation. It was tough, Methos understood, for Richie to have made a small step toward asserting his independence from his teacher, only to have the entire situation backfire.
"Oh you do? You're pretty damned smart, aren't you? Another Duncan MacLeod, huh? Making other people's decisions for them? Always so sure of yourself, always right. Is that it?" Richie kept jabbing him with his finger as he spoke.
Methos kept his temper in check. He regretted the scene that was about to take place, but he didn't regret what he had done. "Actually, no."
Richie's eyes glared across the inches separating them. "I'm telling you to mind your own business. I've already *got* a keeper, I don't need another one!"
"Why don't you talk a little louder, I don't think that table in the corner heard you."
"I don't care!" In spite of his words, Richie was careful to lower his voice.
"Don't you think this is a bit public? Can we have this discussion some other time?"
"All right. Outside."
Methos sighed. Obviously he had little choice. Ryan obviously intended to work off some of his hurt feelings on *Adam Pierson,* who he seemed to view as little older than himself. Maybe a little fresh air would sober him up. Or put him to sleep.
"All right. Out back. Five minutes."
"You'd better be there."
"Don't worry about me."
Methos turned back to the bar, ignoring Richie as he made his way to the door. The bartender looked at him oddly for a moment, then shrugged and returned to pouring drinks.
A few minutes later, his drink finished and paid for, Methos stood outside the bar. He had seriously considered leaving by another door but had decided that he and Richie were going to clash eventually, so he might as well get it over with.
Looking around the dim parking lot, he couldn't see Ryan. A noise to his left attracted his attention. Looking toward the shadows, he spotted him at the entrance to an alley that led behind the bar. Methos could see his hands, and the other Immortal wasn't holding his sword. That was a relief. Having to tell MacLeod that he'd killed his student was *not* high on Methos' list of plans for the night.
Moving carefully, he stepped across to the alley and followed Richie into the shadows. Halfway down, they stopped.
Slumping against the wall, Richie seemed more inclined to talk than to fight. "What business was it of yours?"
"It had to be done."
"No, it didn't. You should have let me talk to her. I could have talked to her, explained..." Even as he said the words, Richie seemed to realize how absurd they were.
"What's your problem here?" Methos decided on shock tactics.
"She tried to kill you. She tried to kill one of your best friends. Don't tell me you're out getting drunk in her memory!"
"Well, I am. At least..." Richie looked away. In the dim light, he seemed to be embarrassed.
Methos waited patiently.
"I've never known anyone like her before. She was...being with her was..." He wasn't able to explain what he meant, but Methos understood.
"Are you talking about Kristin? Or about sex?"
"What's wrong with talking about sex? You have a problem with that?" His voice was belligerent again.
"No. No problem. I just didn't know that's why you asked me out here."
"Well, it isn't. What the hell do you know about it?"
"As it happens, rather a lot."
"Bullshit. Kristin...," Richie smiled slightly. "Kristin knew a lot about sex. She was amazing. I could tell you things..."
"The world is full of people who know a lot about sex. She wasn't unique."
"She was special."
Richie frowned at him. "What the hell do you know about it?"
"I told you. Rather a lot. I'm older than I look, you know."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I've been around for a while, and I've learned a few things."
"I'll bet you don't know the things Kristin knew."
"As a matter of fact, I can almost guarantee you there are things Kristin never could have shown you."
"Yeah? Like what?" Methos found himself shoved against the brick wall. "You think you're so smart? I'll be you don't have any idea what I know already." Richie smiled wickedly and Methos realized in amusement that the younger man thought he'd be intimidated by this move.
"Are you really curious? Or just looking for someone to take your frustrations out on?"
"Does it really matter?"
"Let's see, shall we?" Methos bent down and kissed the younger man passionately. He was only slightly surprised to feel the enthusiastic response. Sliding both arms around his waist, Methos pulled their hips together firmly.
After the kiss ended, Richie, seemed unwilling to stop. He kissed his way softly along Methos' jaw, working his way toward the ear. His mouth against the sensitive skin of Methos' neck was sending a wave of warmth though the older man's body, straight to his groin.
He shivered when strong teeth closed around his earlobe, biting gently. Richie's voice was warm in his ear. "Kiss me again, Adam."
He accepted the offer willingly. He had been celibate for far too long and Ryan's body against his was stirring fires he wasn't in the mood to ignore.
Richie's arms slipped around his shoulders and the two men stood locked together, their tongues dueling and exploring each other's mouths frantically. When Methos moved his hands down to cup the firm hips, Richie moaned slightly. Encouraged, Methos slid one hand around to stroke the erection straining against the denim.
"Yes! That's it." Richie squirmed against his hand.
Methos wondered how far the other man was willing to go. He yanked open the fastening of the tight jeans and pulled the fabric down to Richie's knees.
Unfastening his own jeans, he slid them down until his own erection was free and pulled Richie against him again. He sighed in relief as they moved against each other. He wanted this, they both did. The past didn't matter any more than the future. All he could think about was here and now. Richie moaned again and fastened his mouth against Methos' neck, sucking desperately.
"Do you know what you want?"
"Touch me," Richie insisted.
He slid his hand between them to close around Richie's cock. Slipping his hand behind the younger man's neck, he kissed him hotly, sucking his tongue and stroking him slowly.
"More," Richie demanded breathlessly, as the kiss ended.
Methos cupped his chin and forced Richie to look at him for a moment. "How much more?"
"All of it." Richie's look could have been bravado, or it might have been the alcohol talking. When his hand closed firmly around Methos' cock, it didn't matter any more.
"Do you know what you're asking for?" Methos whispered the words into Richie's ear, his body responding involuntarily to the slow stroking.
When the caress stopped, he moaned in disappointment. Richie fumbled in his pocket and found something which he pressed into Methos' hand. He stared at the small, well-used tube of lubricant.
"Well, well. You're full of surprises tonight." Methos opened the tube and squirted a small amount onto his fingers. Wrapping his arm around Richie's waist, he tested the puckered hole gently, then slid one finger inside.
Richie moaned and rocked back against his hand, encouraging him to slip a second finger in to join the first. He stretched the tight passage carefully, sliding his fingers in and out slowly. Richie caught the rhythm quickly. As he moved back and forth, their cocks brushed together. Each contact sent a shiver of lust through Methos' body.
Finally the teasing was too much. Pulling his hand free, he pushed Richie against the brick wall. Stopping only to cover his erection thoroughly with the slick gel, he pressed the head against the slick opening and pushed inside. In a few seconds he was completely buried in the warm flesh, Richie moaning eagerly as the pressure built inside of him.
He moved slowly until they both found the rhythm. As they moved, the pleasure built fast. Methos grasped Richie's cock in one hand, stroking him in time with his own movements. His other arm locked around the younger man's waist, bracing him against his thrusts.
Richie rocked against him eagerly, pushing against the stroking fingers then back to take Methos deeply inside of him. "Faster!"
He responded immediately, giving up all pretense of restraint. The warm body against his, the sound of Richie's moans and the feel of his muscles squeezing around his cock overpowered him.
Richie threw back his head and cried out as he came. Methos buried his teeth against one strong shoulder, biting hard to muffle his own cry as Richie's muscles spasmed around him and his own climax crashed over him.
It was several seconds before either of them moved. Then Methos pulled free carefully and Richie slumped against the wall, still breathing heavily.
Neither man spoke as they pulled their clothing back on. Richie leaned against the wall and stared at the ground.
Methos stood next to him uncomfortably, wondering what he was thinking. It was a safe bet the evening hadn't turned out the way he'd planned. For that matter, screwing Duncan's student in an alley hadn't been on his own schedule for the evening either.
Finally Richie looked up, opening his mouth to speak. When he saw Methos' rueful grin, he laughed quietly. "Well, I can't say I didn't ask for it."
"No hard feelings?"
"No. How about you?"
"Not a problem."
"Good. Listen, I don't think we need to..."
"Are you thinking about MacLeod?"
"I don't think he needs to know."
"Do you think he'd have a problem with it?"
"Mac? No, he's not always as much of a prude as he seems. It's just that..."
Richie looked embarrassed. "He's always getting on me for not *thinking* before I act. Somehow I think tonight would fall into that category."
Methos laughed. "You may be right. It might be a little hard to explain."
As the two of them left the dark alley and headed toward their separate vehicles, Methos realized that, in spite of what happened, he and Ryan would probably never be friends. On the other hand, thanks to that alley, they weren't going to be enemies. Good enough.