Re-up of previous fic.
It wasn't the first time that week that Riley was bored.
He lolled about in his chair at his workspace, looking around for something to get on with.
Time was ticking by so slowly. For a Thursday it was dragging, and even though a lot of work had to get done, the unit was up to a full team -- where the term 'many hands make light work' would be appropriate.
He was well aware that the boss wasn't around, and that had been the case for the past thirty minutes that afternoon. Every so often he'd peer up from his screen to have a quick look at the section's door to make doubly certain he wasn't flying back over to his workspace.
"Run out of work?" A familiarly chirpy voice was heard to say behind him before a hand placed itself on his shoulder.
He would've jumped a foot in his chair if it weren't for the fact that he was practically curled up. He sharply peered up to find himself looking into a pair of sparkling green orbs. "R-Ryan," he hazily stated, "you scared me."
The shorter blond-haired male smirked playfully. "Don't worry." He noted. "I won't tell anyone if you don't."
Riley sat up in a more formal position. "You've run out of work too?"
Ryan nodded. "For the past hour." He placed his other hand on his hip. "I don't understand why they don't just let us go home for the day."
"Because we're on contracted hours maybe?" The brunette resentfully turned back in his chair, deciding to go back to absentmindedly completing his half-finished necklace with the paperclips scattered about on his desk.
"But still...it isn't fair. They can't expect us to sit around and do nothing up until the time we go -- can they?"
"Well, they can and they will." He shrugged.
"Got any plans for the weekend?"
He shook his head slowly. "Same thing every weekend." He replied. "We go out on the Friday to get something to eat, do our own thing and go to bed late."
His reply prompted a playful smirk to play upon the blond's lips.
"What's so funny?"
"You're so predictable, Ri." Ryan noted teasingly. "You should live a little."
"I can't," Riley explained, "and you know why."
"I know -- cause of her."
"Her has a name."
They quickly ceased their playful exchange of words when their boss was seen to storm through the door and make his way back to his desk.
Riley brought up one of the programs on his screen and flitted his gaze back to it when Wilmot heavily sat down in his chair.
He resented the fact that he had to have his obese excuse of a boss working directly next to him.
Something caught his eye, and he looked over to see Ryan going away from his workspace and tilting his head towards the department's exit door.
He frowned in confusion. What could he possibly want at that time? Didn't he know that Wilmot was...right there...next to him?
Drawing in a small sigh, he went away from his desk and followed the blond into the male toilets.
"What is it you want?" He asked resignedly. "You do realise that he's come back, don't you?"
"Come out with me." The shorter of the two suggested. "You and me -- Friday night."
"No," the brunette suddenly replied, "she'll suspect something."
He had a point, of course. Amber, his girlfriend of two years, was awfully possessive of him. She simply said it was because she was worried about him -- he secretly put it down to jealousy.
He would never cheat on her, but he was hard-pushed to if she was going to keep suspecting him of doing it in the first place.
"You shouldn't care about what she does or thinks." Ryan stated boldly. "It's up to you -- she's not your mother, Ri. How old are you now?"
He looked away slowly. "Twenty-nine."
"My point exactly." The blond placed his hands on his shoulders. "You and me Friday night. No one else. Just us."
"To go where?" Riley asked in protest. "And do what?"
He smirked to himself. "You know what."
****
"That felt good," Amber relaxed in bed as she went through her afterglow, "too good. You know how to do it, baby."
Riley said nothing but remained lying on his back in their bed and continued to stare up at the ceiling. Sure it felt good, but not as good as it used to be and he didn't know why.
Was he fast approaching that age when things didn't feel as pleasant as they did? Was he losing his attraction to Amber? He wasn't sure.
"Riley?" She inched closer to him, sliding an index finger up and down the length of his sternum. "Honey, are you ok?"
