After the rollercoaster of emotions that they've endured over the last few weeks and even months, this was a welcomed escape. Ryan opened the doors into what he considered his safe haven. In the 10 years he's owned his property in Livingston, Montana, only a handful of his friends and exes had been introduced into this little nestle he had constructed for himself. Funny enough, after the media shit-storm he endured during and post dating Ellie-Grace Summers, he came out to Montana and disappeared for awhile. Now she was here with him. As impressive as his Beverly Hills home was, it very much felt like a "celebrity" lived there, given the gated community aspect and famous neighbors on either side. His home in Montana seemed built out of an old Western movie set. Over 20 acres of land, sits a two-story, seven-bedroom house, with a long driveway leading to its entrance behind its high rising gates. The interior of the home featured a lot of warm wood and vintage furniture. In a short walk from the main residence sits a slightly more modest guest house with three-bedrooms, and his most prized hub in his little getaway was the barn turned recording studio that sat in his enormous backyard that also housed the Yellowstone River running through it. Years prior to him purchasing the land, the place was a cattle ranch, so he wanted to make a conscious effort to keep certain aspects feeling country-esque and simple. Or rather, as simple as Ryan could be.

It had been a few days since Ryan and Ellie-Grace returned stateside following Joshua waking up from his coma. While the road to recovery for him was going to be a long one, they stayed by his side as long as they could, so Ryan felt no regrets about leaving. He had a lot of love for Joshua but knew that he couldn't put his life or happiness on pause, especially not now when he felt as if things were finally coming together. Rather than jumping right back to the swing of things in hectic LA, Ryan suggested they take a detour and jetted off to Montana instead. It had been a few days of serenity, rest, laughter, and plenty of sex. The two never lacked in that department but since they had gotten back together officially, it was insatiable. They could not keep their hands off each other.

There was a simplistic factor to them being here. Being 20 minutes from the nearest town meant that it was easier to spend their days inside or enjoying the outdoors on a breezy, sunny Spring day like today rather than making the drive out. Despite the factor that nobody here really cared about Ryan Ross Hernandez and Ellie-Grace Summers. The backyard doors were open to let the cool air in leading to the rustic living room. Ryan was currently shirtless with just a pair of sweatpants on, but his look was a lot more put-together and refreshed than the last few weeks in London. Good night sleep was helping. The biggest factor motivating him was his new-old girlfriend.

"Hey babe, have you seen my phone? We kind of... made a mess. I'm not complaining though!" He calls her out upstairs and chuckles as he searches through the couch cushions. The babe moniker was still fresh. Their latest sexual endeavor led to a lot of their clothes being scattered all over the living room, leading up to the stairs, and beyond until they made it to the bedroom or rather the closes bedroom. He was pretty sure he had seen Ellie's panties on the fireplace mantle. Somehow their sex was reaching new heights, be it for the excitement of being back together, or experience they've gathered over the years.

Ryan knew that the blissful state they were happily in would end at some point. The reality of their lives meant that someone somewhere would spot them out and the gossip rags would have a field day with their reignited romance. Somehow the word would leak. It was bound to happen. Add to it the inevitable conversation with Ellie’s family about the fact that they were together, the hurdles were going to present themselves. None of that worried Ryan as much as it would have in the past. Regardless of their past history, something about them now felt like they were inseparable. There were no split sides. They were entirely on the same corner and ready to have their love win out over anything else.

This home was one he always wanted to share with someone and nobody seemed as well-suited or fit right in as Ellie-Grace did. If anything, between the two, he was the one who enjoyed and lived the glamorous high-end lifestyle. He smiles at the sight of her walking down the stairs. Something about her presence never failed to bring this wave of comfort over him. “Thanks, EG.” He takes his phone and pulls her body close to his own, hand sitting at the small of her back. “Can you blame me? After our little foreplay on the couch, I’m surprised we even made it up the stairs. I would have taken you on the counter, the stairs, on the porch, by the river...” Ryan leans down and places a kiss on her lips. The proximity of her body giving him a nice view under the baggy shirt of his that she wore.

He fumbles a few of the buttons on the shirt to expose more of her chest, raising an eyebrow and that mischievous look cracking on his face. “We’ve both clearly had a lot to get out of our system if the last few days are any indication...” Ryan comes back down to kiss her again. He never got tired of feeling her lips on his or having her close. It all fell into place with ease. “Wouldn’t it be great if all our days could just be waking up at noon and fucking all the time?”

"I dress the part of a cowboy when I'm here but I'm not entirely one with nature. I am open to having sex by the river though. We just have to watch out for the wildlife. You're from the south, I'm sure you know about deers in your backyard." Ryan teased her, his arms fully embracing her body. Although it took a lot of years for them to once again reach this point, between just the two, it was always this simple. For as much as she felt protected and adored, it was returned to him by her tenfold. It took him a long time to realize that he never felt as loved by anyone as much Ellie-Grace made him feel day in and day out. Now it was time for him to make sure she knew exactly how he felt about her every single day whether she was pressed against him or five thousand miles away.

Sex was shamelessly a big part of their relationship. Of course, it was an array of things that made everything click perfectly with them, but neither was shy with one another when it came to each of their sexual urges and releases being met. Ryan sighs out sarcastically when he is denied a better look at her when she cuddles up against him, instinctively kissing the top of her head and taking her scent in. He was re-familiarizing himself with her smell. It was as intoxicating as he remembered. "It's tough not to enjoy it when you are so... ecstatic about it every time." For how much of a sexual person he was, it was imperative for his significant other to be on the same wavelength as him, which Ellie-Grace was spot on. "Plus, if you and I are together, how am I suppose to not want to jump your bones? I'm only human, honey." He chuckled, resting his chin on her head.

"I love you, Ellie-Grace." It was a natural thing to say. Even if it had been less than two weeks since they professed their rekindled feelings for one another, it was as if the passion and proclaims of love had not missed a beat despite the decade passed. The words we said between the two countless of times each day since then. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." He told her over and over again, pulling his head away enough to plant kisses all over her face and neck each time he shared those three little words with her as his hands held her close. He could spend all day telling her that and it still wouldn't seem as if it were enough. "You know, something tells me that won't be the strangest setting you'll find your panties in the coming day." He smirked to himself, his fingers softly running through her blonde locks.

"What do you think of this place so far, EG? Has it met your expectations?"

Ryan rolled his eyes sarcastically at her comment about his age and surprising vitality, his hands embracing either side of her body. He felt as if it was a gift and a curse that he could keep up with pretty much anyone half his age. While it kept him feeling youthful and alive, it also was a flaw in his lack of finding comfort in stability. Thankfully, Ellie-Grace knew the right buttons to push that kept him constantly going and at the brick of sexual deviance without needing something or someone else to excite him. "You know, between the two of us, there's only one who is having sex with a 28 year old. The other, well, they are pretty damn lucky too to have such a handsome and well-endowed 43 year old. I'd say it works for both parties." He grinned, his teeth pulling down on his bottom lip suggestively.

Although they've spent almost every waking moment together since they confessed their feelings to each other in London, the fact that he had a girlfriend again had not hit him yet. It was mostly due to this protective bubble that was currently around them, as they were secluded and their newfound romance was not common knowledge to the public or even most of the people they knew personally. "It's a hundred times better with you here." On the surface he has it all. Immaculate, state of the art homes and an endless array of material things to occupy the space inside of them. The ownership of those things meant little to him if he had no one to share them with. He didn't know what the future held for the two or where their life together may lead them. All he was confident of was that at this moment he was happy and in love. "I know we'll have to leave eventually... but just know that if life gets a little too much and you need an escape, you can always come here. Nothing can get to us here." Despite the reassurance they made to each other that their love could outweigh all else, there was a small part of him that worried about what the real world could do to their relationship. It was already tarnished once before.

"Except bears. There are some bears around here that could easily kill us if they wanted to. Bring your bear suit next time just in case." Ryan stated jokingly, his hands resting on her hips and smiling bright. The pair could not look more out of a sappy romantic comedy right now if they tried. It was the counter opposite of what most would expect given his reputation. Even though he has dated a lot people, Ellie was the only woman who he had no protective walls around. Arguably the best version of Ryan Ross Hernandez was the one who got out of his own head and she does that for him. "Gah. I both love and hate when you look at me with those eyes. It makes me feel all mushy like I'm 15 years old." He scrunches his face up and makes an over-the-top vomit gesture with his mouth, a smirk breaking at the corner of his lips.

Ryan knew that he was happy and it was a feeling that he had not felt so consistently in a very long time. He was allowing himself to be appreciated and loved. There was nowhere else he rather be than right here with the woman he loves in his arms. "Oh stop. You keep saying that and I might actually believe you." It wasn't new commentary to be complimented on his looks but it was different coming from Ellie-Grace. She was the one person who he wanted to look good for. He was thankful that the years had been mostly kind to him as he slipped deeper into his 40s. Both of them had age very well in the past 10 years. He rolled his eyes as she mentioned recovering from the previous night, smiling at her action. "I'm the lucky one here. You check all the boxes that I could ever ask for." He squeezed her body closer to his, the heat between the two was radiating.

"You know, while I appreciate the offer, I'm sure if I'm in town I can find an acceptable hotel to stay at. No offense to your lovely siblings." He chuckled and shook his head, unable to visualize a time he would want to partake in such a thing. "Have you thought about how you're going to break the news to them and your parents?" He assumed the outright disdain towards him by some on her family would not be as prominent as it was all those years ago, given that Ellie-Grace was now in her late 20s rather than in her late teens. Ryan was smart enough to not expect a wholehearted welcome either as their break-up did leave some wounds that were difficult for her to patch up. He was not there for the fallout of her heartbreak. They hadn't spoken about revealing their relationship to anyone but he didn't want to keep it a secret to those in their respective lives. Only time and his actions from here on were going to instill trust to the doubters in his intentions with Ellie-Grace on their second attempt.

"Retirement villages? No, no, noooo. You're stuck with me, EG. You'll have to put up with the cranky old man that I will undoubtably be in the future. It's an unwritten agreement." He smirks down at her, taking note of her shirt rising. Ryan wastes little time to slide a hand underneath, caressing her abdomen gently. It was not in a blatantly sexual manner yet with Ryan it was always possible that it could take such a turn. "What were you saying earlier about not wearing any panties today?" He raised an eyebrow, as a stern facial expression gave way to a mischief grin.

Ryan understood well how making such a revelation to her family was not going to be easy. They had every right to doubt him given how things ended last time around. Even if he felt that version of himself back then was long gone, only people who have spent a significant amount of time with him in recent years could attest to his changed ways. Winning back Ellie-Grace was most important, but if he wanted to build a future with her, he saw it imperative to at least attempt to carry a good relationship with her family once he was reintroduced to the picture. “You’re not alone in this. I’ll be as close or as far away as you want me to be when you do decide to tell them. I’m not going anywhere.” The two were a united front. Their shared mindset that nothing could come between them will only help them as they went forward. “I’ll take whatever they throw at me. I deserve it. I was an asshole. Trust me, I don’t expect hugs and a gift basket from them.” He said lightheartedly chuckling, knowing better than to assume it would all go smoothly. He rubbed her arms in an attempt to comfort her. For everything he knew about Ellie-Grace, lying was not in her wheelhouse. “Alfie will understand, sweetheart. He loves you. They all do. It’s instinctive for them to be protective of you.”

In the past, Ryan would obsess over the passing of time, specifically his own aging. Now that he accepted the stage of his life he was in and tried to make the most of the present, it provided a small ease in his already cluttered mind. “I knew this was all a ploy so you can break my heart someday. Use me up while I’m still in my prime, I see.” He grinned. There was no doubt in him that if things went according to plan, this was it. There was nobody else that he would rather grow old with.

Once Ellie guides his hand further down her frame, he doesn’t need much more encouragement to take the reins himself. He runs his fingers between her legs, perfectly timing the small strokes that he knew revved her up. The few seconds of intimacy were already rising him to the occasion as a bulge built quite bluntly in his sweatpants. There were few things he enjoyed more than working her up. “We really shouldn’t, right? You’re delicate.... you’re still recovering...” He said teasingly, biting down on his lip while his fingers toyed with her slit. His eyes kept a watchful gaze on her facial expressions.

There were different hurdles for them to encounter in their respective lives when it came to their relationship. While Ellie-Grace had her family to deal with, when it came to Ryan most of his concerns aside from her own worries, lied firmly in the court of public opinion which seemed quite minimal comparatively. He was not close with his family, which was an array of aunts, uncles, and cousins that he did not keep close contact with over the years. His mother, whom was his anchor most of the time, passed away nearly 4 years ago and she had met Ellie-Grace when they first dated. This time he had nobody that he had to answer to when it came to his love life, which was in some ways quite relieving.

Ryan nodded his head, understanding well how specific members of her immediate family had either negative or cautious opinions of him, particularly taking into account the past 10 years since their breakup. “I know... don’t worry, Ellie-Grace. I’m ready to take whatever they throw my way.” He reassured her in an attempt to instill some confidence in her decision to rekindle a romantic partnership with him. “Your mom, your dad, Alfie, Jeanette... they can all have their opinions. They are entitled to it. Nothing is going to take me away from you, babe. I’m not letting anything or anyone get in the way of us again.”

Sex was a tool that Ryan used plenty to defuse situations. In the midst of a fight or argument, he would try to turn the tide. With Ellie-Grace by his side, such behavior was tied more into an unselfish attempt to bring his girlfriend relief and comfort. His fingers focused on her for a few moments, teasing her as he felt her sensitivity damp in response. He smirks at her response and comment, without hesitation shifting her body and tossing her into a seated position on the couch. Ryan doesn’t waste a minute when he spreads her long legs around his waist, pulling down on his sweatpants to release his throbbing uncut member and bringing it up to rub his erect head over her most intimate parts. “I would hate for you to have any tension while we’re in this beautiful place, EG.”

This won’t be the first threesome Ryan is a part of. Given the years of experience under his belt and the many relationships, flings, and one night stands he’s had, there was little in his sexual bucket list that had not already been crossed off. Having a threesome involving a girlfriend who he loves and with one of their mutual friends? That was a new and unique scenario to be apart of. Since the idea was brought up by Ellie, he tried his best not to overthink it. They were in love with each other and Ellie was not the type to take part in such a thing with a total stranger, so it made sense why she would suggest Billy to join them. He was less nervous about the prospective of what was going to happen and more in the mindset of easing Ellie’s nerves. Ryan knew it was a new experience for her and wanted it to be as comforting for her as possible.

“Babe, babe, babe… relax. You want this, right? You trust me and you trust Billy. I want you to be comfortable. Don’t you worry about anything.” Ryan crouched down to match her face as she sat at the edge of their bed. While it was his place, in his mind this bedroom and home was as much hers as it was his. It was where she’s stayed in LA ever since they got back together. He placed his hands on either side of her face and gave her a small kiss on the lips.

“I love you. Just have some fun tonight.” He assured her with a smile, his hands slipping down to her waist, rubbing against the soft silk of her robe. “Good thing he’s nearby because otherwise I may have to start things without him given how damn sexy you look.” Ryan gave her a wink and quick kiss on the forehead before standing back up and picking up the remains of his glass of scotch, finishing up the last sip.

If you think up of a dream pairing for a night of sexual deviancies, Billy Khan and Ryan Ross Hernandez may come up in the minds of many. Ryan was extremely confident in himself and a threesome was a challenge that allowed him to reassure his own prowess in the field. This felt different to him. He usually did not share his girlfriend with someone who was widely considered to be one of the most attractive people in the world. “That’s totally normal. I’m here though. You have nothing to worry about. You have the best men imaginable for the task at hand.” He chuckled softly, trying to calm her nerves some, which was easier said than done.

“I want you to be happy and experience everything you possibly can, so just have fun.” The way Ryan saw it was that despite any reservations he had about the arrangement, he did not want to be the one that prevented her from exploring her fantasies. She was still young, and for better or worse, did not have the sexual background that he or Billy had. It was fair for her to desire certain things and he wanted to encourage her to continue opening herself up and being honest with him. What better way than doing it in a safe space. If she was truly his forever, he did not want to leave anything up in the air as they explored their relationship.

“How about this?” He crouched again in front of her, bringing his fingers to slightly caress her earlobes and pull them softly. It was a move she would often use as a sign of endearment with him or a trick to calm him down whenever he was feeling anxious. It was accomplished its goal. “If it doesn’t feel right, just pull your earlobe or mine, and we’ll stop right there. I’ll fully take the blame, don’t worry.”

The time for strategizing was quickly over. Ryan gave Ellie one more peck on the lips before going downstairs to answer the door. He was not well attired for the occasion as she was. He still had a plain gray t-shirt with a v-neck cut and a pair of ripped up blue jeans. “Well, if it isn’t my 3rd favorite member of Weekend showing up at my home. How the hell are you?” He said smiling, raising an eyebrow towards Billy as he motioned with his hand for him to step inside. “Don’t mind the guards out front. I had to bump up security after some crazy tried to break in last month. You know the struggles of being beautiful and successful like we are.”

Ryan was an open book when it came to his sex life. It was inspiration for many of his songs in recent years and boldly titled his last LP ‘Sex with Former Lovers’. Sex was something he did not hide his fondness for and had an ego for what he could accomplish in that field. This was not the same as previous sexual relationships. There were real feelings attached to his relationship with Ellie-Grace. He was highly protective of her that admittedly the idea of introducing someone else into their intimacy was not something he was crazy about but he tried his best to conceal it and be on board for it.

“I will plead the fifth on that one, my friend.” He throws his hands up sarcastically and chuckles at the mention of Oscar. Ryan did not have an ongoing relationship with any of the other members given his past commentary on the group in their early days it was not surprising. He did have some time with Billy over the last few months, mainly in London while their mutual friend Joshua was in the hospital. The possibility of having a threesome with him did not cross his mind until the idea was brought up during a casual sexual fantasies conversation with Ellie. “I’m not one for throwing my shirt off outside of a pub. I prefer to pay someone to take care of assholes. The rugged yet polished look is what folks want from me.” In the limited time they’d spent together, these two could go punch for punch. Their personalities meshed well and whether that was a good thing or not is still up in the air.

“Ellie-Grace did not back out and this is not my first rodeo.” He smirked, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. The straightforward demeanor from Billy was not entirely unexpected. This was not your typical house visit. There was a purpose to his visit tonight and there was no reason to prolong that. “EG is upstairs. She’s naturally a little nervous. She’s not as experienced with all of this as we are.” Ryan felt it was a given that she nor many other people possessed the experience that the two had. That alone could prove intimidating to some. While he personally did not know Billy incredibly well, the fact she trusted him for such a thing brought a level of comfort to everything. The elder statesman of the evening enjoyed his privacy and did not want any unwanted matters to make it out into the world. Hell, most people did not even know that him and Ellie were back together.

“It’s the last door to the right upstairs. Do you need a drink or anything?” He turned and asked Billy, standing in front of the stairwell. He himself was not opposed to another drink despite the two glasses of scotch and shot of whiskey he consumed in the last hour.