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broadway_bound3 had started writing this one fic, and never finished it. So I pestered her to get her permission to finish it myself...xD So this is it!
Thanks toryanmochrie for being my Alpha Beta and broadway_bound3 for being my Beta Beta...(yea I'm a dork xD)
Title: Réalité originale
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: well...guess. It's me isn't it? (Ry/Col if you haven't figured already)
Disclaimer: Much to my dispair, I do not own.
Summary:
He was looking at me again. It was that look, like he wanted something- something from me. I'd seen that look before. I tried not to look at him much while I ate, but his eyes bore into my skull and I was getting uncomfortable. My wife chattered on to the other guests and completely ignored the glances he was throwing at me. She was ignoring it for a reason. It's not that she disliked my affinity for him; or him for me. In fact, she encouraged me to go after him. She thought it was funny that our marriage was just for convenience, a show for the fans.
So, I wasn't surprised by the end of the dinner she suggested that I take up the empty dishes with his help.
I glared at her but she just smiled at me. I couldn't ignore her and he was half-way to the kitchen already. I collected the dishes and made my way to the kitchen, which was, thankfully, out of view of the dining room. They wouldn't see us and I wouldn't feel guilty about leaving all of them.
He was filling the sink with his back towards me as I came in. Hearing my footsteps, however quiet I was trying to be, he turned and smiled and held open his arms towards me in invitation. But I played coy and went around him and emptied my load into the sink; I began scrubbing the dishes.
“Colin,” he said disconcerted that I didn’t accept his offer, “please?”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” I tried my best at being sly. My back was to him as I cleaned the dishes in front of me. He walked up behind me, sliding his arms around my waist.
“Sure you are.” He almost whined, making me shudder. I knew that he wasn’t shy about his infatuation for me, but I’d never known him to go as far as beg. I blinked and realised I was looking at Ryan’s beautiful green eyes. He’d turned me around while my mind was wandering.
He tilted his head, resting it atop of my own, “You know, Col. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
I chuckled, resting my arms on his shoulders. I wasn’t sure why I was resisting him. Even my wife said I should be with him. Maybe it was being in the public’s eye; or maybe being labled as ‘gay’- but no, that that wasn’t the reason. I would be okay with that.
“What do I know?”
“You know how…” He was cut off by his wife walking into the room. She gave Ryan an expectant look. Apparently there was something she wanted from him. Reluctantly, he removed his arms from my waist and turned to face her.
“Can I talk to you alone?” She said pointedly.
“No, Pat, you cannot. Anything you need to say to me you can say to Colin.”
She glared at me, but relented. She sighed and crossed her arms, going on anyway, “You two need to just…do something. Either be together or not, this little tango you two have been doing is driving me mad.”
“Pat…” Ryan sighed, turning back around to the sink, “We’ve had this talk.”
“I know we have,” Pat refixed her gaze to me, “but don’t you think some things have changed?”
“Just…stop. No, now let us finish cleaning the dishes.” He pulled me back around to the sink, not looking up until Pat’s steady footsteps left the room.
“Ryan, you’re telling her one thing and me another.” I accused him.
He looked taken aback, “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean, stop messing around.” I pulled his hands away from the dishes in the sink.
He pushed me into the wall, confidence in his eyes. I watched his hands assend my body. First they were on my waist, then running up my chest, and finally they settled around my neck. I could feel the cold of the wall bearing through my thin dress shirt.
“You want me to stop messing around? Okay, I’ll stop,” and he kissed me. Soft lips against my own, not much different than a stage kiss. Not much different than every time before when we were on stage.
Then again, it was. I could feel it’s difference somehow. The way he was holding me, it was gentler, and I could tell he wasn’t sure of what he was doing. So I took it further, parting my lips I ran my tongue across his bottom lip.
Ryan gasped, but complied nonetheless. I heard a noise from the doorway, and when Ryan stiffened I knew he had heard it too. We separated quickly, wanting to know who exactly had caught us.
It was one of the guests, I couldn’t remember his name but I knew he had sat next to Pat during dinner.
“I…uh, I’m sorry. I’ll just go.” He looked uncertain, but I supposed that I would too if I’d seen what he just walked in on.
“No, uh…don’t. I’m sorry, you…”
“You did nothing wrong,” Deb interrupted me, walking in beside the man, “it’s these two who did something wrong. They should know better than to kiss in public.” To the man she might have looked reassuring and maybe a little hurt, but I had known her long enough to realise the smug smile she was wearing.
“Since when is my kitchen considered ‘public’?” I asked after she shooed the man away, “and since when do you care?”
She just sighed and turned away. I turned back to Ryan and listened to the steady tapping of her feet departing.
“So, I stopped.” He said, confusing me for a second. Then I realised, he was talking about the kiss, he’d stopped ‘messing around’.
“Yea, and traumatised that poor guy in the process.” I joked.
He smiled and pulled me into an embrace, “Oh well, it was worth it.” And his lips were on mine again. I enjoyed the feel of him against me, thin but undeniably there. I could feel his ribs as my hands began to wander his body.
He was the one that pulled back first, slowly. I looked into his eyes, seeing the love there. It scared me a little at first, but I didn’t pull away. I hoped he would see the same love mirrored back at him.
“We should go back out and entertain our guests.” I muttered against his neck. Ryan just sighed and pulled away from me.
“If we have to…” He began to walk out the door into the living room.
Everyone was sitting around chatting; much like a bunch of yuppies, I thought. Ryan took a seat next to his wife, and I in between him and my own wife. The man from earlier was sitting in front of us, next to his wife and another couple that I forgot was there.
“Hey, how about some music?” Ryan asked to the general population of the room. There were half-hearted murmurs of ‘sure’ and ‘why not’ that filled the silence. He gravitated toward my CDs while Deb tried to get conversation going.
“So, Michael,” She said to the man across from us, “what line of work did you say you were in, exactly?”
The man that had walked in on Ryan and me, Michael I reminded myself, sighed. He looked up from the spot on the coffee table he’d been staring at since I’d walked in, “I own a little theatre in Ontario.”
Pat mentioned Ryan owning a theatre in Washington and finally the group had found conversation. I was listening to an interesting story about a play in Michael’s theatre when Ryan called me away.
“Hey, Col, can you come here?” He said without looking up, still rummaging through my collection.
“Yea, Ry?” I asked, standing next to him. I, too, began to look at the music I had. He was working through the Sinatra and Bing Crosby collections, while I shuffled through The Beatles.
“What do you think they will hate less, Sinatra or your surprisingly large collection of The Beatles?” He gave me a playful punch on the shoulder. It was always like that with him, one minute we’re kissing in the kitchen and the next we’re acting all buddy-buddy over a CD collection.
“What do you guys think?” I raised my voice a little, “Beatles or Sinatra?”
“Do you have ‘Beatles for Sale’?” One of the guests turned around and asked.
I rummaged through his stacks of albums again, coming up with the requested one. I turned to the man that had asked the question, “Yes I do, I’ll put it on for you.”
I gave the album to Ryan and he thoughtlessly put it in the player. I moseyed back to the couch and sat in my spot in between our wives. He took his spot next to me. Michael was still on his theatre, and now it was beginning to bore me. I’d much rather be back in the kitchen with Ryan...doing what we did earlier.
I shook the thought away; we had guests over. I couldn’t go though a huge introspective moment while I still had a room full of guests to entertain. I turned my head to look at Ryan, who was looking at me expectantly.
“Colin?” He asked, bringing an arm to my shoulder. I could tell he wanted to cup my face, embrace me, but he couldn’t. Not in a room full of people who though of us both as solid family men. Well, a full room minus one man and our wives.
“Oh, sorry, I was thinking. What did you say?” I shrugged it off, like it was nothing. But Ryan didn’t want to believe that I really was just thinking. He sighed and motioned for me to follow him. He walked me into the kitchen. Once we were out of sight from the occupants of the other room he trapped me between the wall and him, kissing me savagely.
“Ryan, wait,” I murmured into his mouth, there was nowhere for me to go. If we stopped really depended on him, and thankfully he respected me enough to pull back, “we have guests out there. We can’t do this now.”
“I know…” He drifted off, looking into my eyes. The green pools begging for more.
“I don’t want to spoil the party.” I said quietly, and Ryan began to chuckle. At first I didn’t realise what triggered it, but then I heard what he heard. The Beatles song of the same name was playing in the other room.
“So is this like ‘Beatles only Song Titles’?” He joked, but I though on that for a second.
“So far I’ve only said one.” I said, trying to think of what else may have slipped by. I was coming up with blanks.
“Wait.” He replied bluntly, leaving me confused.
“What am I waiting on?”
“No,” He laughed again, “that’s the other song title. You told me to wait; it’s also a song by the Beatles.”
“Clever man.” I acknowledged, pulling him closer to me. He let his arms slip down to clutch my waist, pulling me even closer. I sighed, and this time I let him kiss me. However, I was the one who deepened the kiss, and I was the one who requested access into his mouth, but he was the one who broke the kiss.
“We should go back in the other room, you’re right. We do have guests.” He surprised me as he said the words. I would have figured that he would be the one insistent on staying in the kitchen, not me. But I just nodded and let him direct me to our guests.
“Honey, are you all right.” My wife said with faux concern. I could see the plastic smile from beneath my half-lidded eyes.
“Yea, I am,” I paused and looked up at Ryan, “now.”
Ryan didn’t miss the innuendo, but he also knew that we were in a room full of guests. Acting on it in any way, shape, or form could end up badly. Instead he ushered me to my seat, knowing the sooner we loose contact with each other the better, at least in this case.
Our guests were staring at us, but we did our best to ignore it. Ryan tried to start a new conversation and I tried to listen intently. That, however, wasn’t working out. Considering Ryan didn’t care about what he was saying and I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened in the kitchen. I could still feel Ryan’s arms on me, tracing across my skin.
Looking over at Michael, I could tell he was sceptical about what Ryan and I really did in the kitchen. The look of intense curiosity was etched on his face. The way he was staring back and forth between Ryan and me, it was like we were a couple of lab rats. The man was curious, and I couldn’t blame him.
“Michael, can I speak with you for a second?” I asked abruptly, not sure what I was doing. I saw from the corner of my eye the look Ryan was giving me. It was a mix between wonder and disbelief.
“Uh, sure.” Michael said timidly. He stood from his seat slowly, and then followed me into the kitchen. I turned around once I reached the sink, waiting on Michael to arrive.
He was taking his time, not sure of what to expect. I watched as he drug his feet, staring at them like they were the most interesting things on Earth. I coughed purposely and his head shot up to look at me.
“I’m sorry that you had to see what you saw earlier.” I said bluntly, throwing him for a loop. Apparently he figured I’d dance around the subject for a while, but I didn’t feel like dragging the conversation out at all.
“Oh, uh, it’s okay.” He muttered, not looking me in the eyes.
“I know,” and his head shot up again, “I’ve been watching you. You were watching Ryan and me. Are you curious about us?”
Michael shifted uncomfortably in front of me. His eyes were averted and he was playing with his fingers. A nervous habit, I guessed. I didn’t want him to react this way, however. I had brought him in the kitchen to maybe explain what he saw, not give him a nervous breakdown.
“Uh, kind of. I guess.” He murmured. His position reminded me of a kid who had just gotten caught doing something bad. He was shifting and looking at his feet, the picture of innocence.
“Well what you saw is all there is,” I put my hand on his shoulder, “so far.” I added, turning away. I hadn’t realised I was in the living room again, sitting next to Ryan, until he put his hand on my leg.
“Colin and I have known each other for awhile now, haven’t we Col?” Ryan said playfully. I knew everyone was at a loss for conversation and the party was winding down, so I did what was inevitable.
I let out a fake yawn, “Yea…” I said, and one of the women across from us took it as a sign for the end of the party.
It took almost a half an hour before the last of the guests had left. And surprisingly those guests were Michael and his wife. We said our goodbyes and we were alone, just like that.
Pat turned to Deb and they both nodded in silent agreement. Pat and Ryan were staying with us; I knew that already, so I wasn’t sure what their agreement was on. Deb looked back and forth between Ryan and me, studying us like an experiment of some sort.
“You two are going to share the guest room tonight.” My wife said bluntly, offered no explanation, and led Pat upstairs. Ryan looked at me and shrugged. Apparently it didn’t bother him that our wives were edging us on; the people that we chose to marry and spend the rest of our lives with.
“After you.” He said, very gentlemen-like. When we came to the door of the guest room we both stopped. There was a lot to consider here. Just what exactly was going to happen, here?
We both knew the answer to that, as neither of us would keep up the morally upright act for long after the door closed. We entered the room together and Ryan embraced me from behind. My knees threatened to buckle as his lips descended on my neck. He noticed this and led me to the bed.
I was on my back, Ryan was kissing me. It felt far better than it really should have, but at the moment I didn’t really care. This was so long in the making I was just glad it was finally happening.
Ryan ran his arms down my body sensually. I was concentrating on his mouth against mine. He began to unbutton my shirt, and was taking it off completely before I halted him.
“Wait,” I murmured against his lips. He pulled back slightly, expectantly, “we shouldn’t…”
He chuckled, “Shut up, you know they put us in this room for a reason. Sometimes I think they want this more than we do.”
I sighed and pulled him back down, kissing him roughly. I couldn’t get enough of his him. I was insatiable for the way his skin felt beneath my lips. He moved his body to the side, trying to gain leverage over me, but I wouldn’t let him.
I turned us around, tearing my shirt off the rest of the way. Ryan chuckled and I realised I seemed maybe just too eager. Smiling smugly, I ran my fingers down his body, making him gasp.
Hearing his moans of desperation sent me into a fit of want I’d never felt before. Quickly I ripped his shirt off of his body, surprising both of us.
“Colin.” He said seriously, leaving me taken aback.
“I love you.” I said, but saying it wasn’t enough. I wanted to show him.
Getting rid of the rest of our clothing was quick, for Ryan was as impatient as I. He was above me again, and I wasn’t sure how he got there. It didn’t matter anyway, what he was doing to me was distracting me away from that.
Ryan’s lips traveled down my body, teasing every piece of skit it touched. My body began to tingle everywhere. Then it stopped.
I opened my eyes, and Ryan was back up next to me. He began kissing me again, tenderly and pleasantly. I had no idea why he had stopped to kiss me, but I didn’t complain. And before I could say anything he was making his way back to where I needed it most.
Swiftly he took me in his mouth, making me moan with desire. I let myself get lost in the wonderful movements he was making. He swallowed hard, making me feel lost and found all at once. He didn’t hesitate, doing everything in his power to make me come. And I did, gasping his name.
I didn’t realise how much time had passed, or how much had occurred until I felt Ryan next to me again. I turned over, pinning against the mattress. I kissed him passionately. I could feel him gasp into my mouth.
He urged me downward, his desire making him impatient, and I complied. I brought him off slowly. And he came, crying my name. The look on his face was pure bliss, and I leant down and kissed him again.
That night we fell asleep in each others arms. When we woke it was daylight and our wives were calling us out of the room. As we went down the stairs to greet them, both were wearing expectant looks on their faces.
“Yes?” Ryan asked sarcastically. I chuckled beside him and he put his arm around me.
“I see something has changed.” My wife said carefully, as if she had to inspect her words, making sure nothing slipped out. And I guess in a way she did, but not for the reasons she was thinking.
“Yes, something has changed.” I say, and Ryan leant into me. I turned my head to better face him. I kissed him playfully, and he was looking at me again.
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End...
...wow that was long..ish, 3,402 words...
*hides under desk*
broadway_bound3 had started writing this one fic, and never finished it. So I pestered her to get her permission to finish it myself...xD So this is it!Thanks to
ryanmochrie for being my Alpha Beta and broadway_bound3 for being my Beta Beta...(yea I'm a dork xD)Title: Réalité originale
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: well...guess. It's me isn't it? (Ry/Col if you haven't figured already)
Disclaimer: Much to my dispair, I do not own.
Summary:
He was looking at me again. It was that look, like he wanted something- something from me. I'd seen that look before. I tried not to look at him much while I ate, but his eyes bore into my skull and I was getting uncomfortable. My wife chattered on to the other guests and completely ignored the glances he was throwing at me. She was ignoring it for a reason. It's not that she disliked my affinity for him; or him for me. In fact, she encouraged me to go after him. She thought it was funny that our marriage was just for convenience, a show for the fans.
So, I wasn't surprised by the end of the dinner she suggested that I take up the empty dishes with his help.
I glared at her but she just smiled at me. I couldn't ignore her and he was half-way to the kitchen already. I collected the dishes and made my way to the kitchen, which was, thankfully, out of view of the dining room. They wouldn't see us and I wouldn't feel guilty about leaving all of them.
He was filling the sink with his back towards me as I came in. Hearing my footsteps, however quiet I was trying to be, he turned and smiled and held open his arms towards me in invitation. But I played coy and went around him and emptied my load into the sink; I began scrubbing the dishes.
“Colin,” he said disconcerted that I didn’t accept his offer, “please?”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” I tried my best at being sly. My back was to him as I cleaned the dishes in front of me. He walked up behind me, sliding his arms around my waist.
“Sure you are.” He almost whined, making me shudder. I knew that he wasn’t shy about his infatuation for me, but I’d never known him to go as far as beg. I blinked and realised I was looking at Ryan’s beautiful green eyes. He’d turned me around while my mind was wandering.
He tilted his head, resting it atop of my own, “You know, Col. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
I chuckled, resting my arms on his shoulders. I wasn’t sure why I was resisting him. Even my wife said I should be with him. Maybe it was being in the public’s eye; or maybe being labled as ‘gay’- but no, that that wasn’t the reason. I would be okay with that.
“What do I know?”
“You know how…” He was cut off by his wife walking into the room. She gave Ryan an expectant look. Apparently there was something she wanted from him. Reluctantly, he removed his arms from my waist and turned to face her.
“Can I talk to you alone?” She said pointedly.
“No, Pat, you cannot. Anything you need to say to me you can say to Colin.”
She glared at me, but relented. She sighed and crossed her arms, going on anyway, “You two need to just…do something. Either be together or not, this little tango you two have been doing is driving me mad.”
“Pat…” Ryan sighed, turning back around to the sink, “We’ve had this talk.”
“I know we have,” Pat refixed her gaze to me, “but don’t you think some things have changed?”
“Just…stop. No, now let us finish cleaning the dishes.” He pulled me back around to the sink, not looking up until Pat’s steady footsteps left the room.
“Ryan, you’re telling her one thing and me another.” I accused him.
He looked taken aback, “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean, stop messing around.” I pulled his hands away from the dishes in the sink.
He pushed me into the wall, confidence in his eyes. I watched his hands assend my body. First they were on my waist, then running up my chest, and finally they settled around my neck. I could feel the cold of the wall bearing through my thin dress shirt.
“You want me to stop messing around? Okay, I’ll stop,” and he kissed me. Soft lips against my own, not much different than a stage kiss. Not much different than every time before when we were on stage.
Then again, it was. I could feel it’s difference somehow. The way he was holding me, it was gentler, and I could tell he wasn’t sure of what he was doing. So I took it further, parting my lips I ran my tongue across his bottom lip.
Ryan gasped, but complied nonetheless. I heard a noise from the doorway, and when Ryan stiffened I knew he had heard it too. We separated quickly, wanting to know who exactly had caught us.
It was one of the guests, I couldn’t remember his name but I knew he had sat next to Pat during dinner.
“I…uh, I’m sorry. I’ll just go.” He looked uncertain, but I supposed that I would too if I’d seen what he just walked in on.
“No, uh…don’t. I’m sorry, you…”
“You did nothing wrong,” Deb interrupted me, walking in beside the man, “it’s these two who did something wrong. They should know better than to kiss in public.” To the man she might have looked reassuring and maybe a little hurt, but I had known her long enough to realise the smug smile she was wearing.
“Since when is my kitchen considered ‘public’?” I asked after she shooed the man away, “and since when do you care?”
She just sighed and turned away. I turned back to Ryan and listened to the steady tapping of her feet departing.
“So, I stopped.” He said, confusing me for a second. Then I realised, he was talking about the kiss, he’d stopped ‘messing around’.
“Yea, and traumatised that poor guy in the process.” I joked.
He smiled and pulled me into an embrace, “Oh well, it was worth it.” And his lips were on mine again. I enjoyed the feel of him against me, thin but undeniably there. I could feel his ribs as my hands began to wander his body.
He was the one that pulled back first, slowly. I looked into his eyes, seeing the love there. It scared me a little at first, but I didn’t pull away. I hoped he would see the same love mirrored back at him.
“We should go back out and entertain our guests.” I muttered against his neck. Ryan just sighed and pulled away from me.
“If we have to…” He began to walk out the door into the living room.
Everyone was sitting around chatting; much like a bunch of yuppies, I thought. Ryan took a seat next to his wife, and I in between him and my own wife. The man from earlier was sitting in front of us, next to his wife and another couple that I forgot was there.
“Hey, how about some music?” Ryan asked to the general population of the room. There were half-hearted murmurs of ‘sure’ and ‘why not’ that filled the silence. He gravitated toward my CDs while Deb tried to get conversation going.
“So, Michael,” She said to the man across from us, “what line of work did you say you were in, exactly?”
The man that had walked in on Ryan and me, Michael I reminded myself, sighed. He looked up from the spot on the coffee table he’d been staring at since I’d walked in, “I own a little theatre in Ontario.”
Pat mentioned Ryan owning a theatre in Washington and finally the group had found conversation. I was listening to an interesting story about a play in Michael’s theatre when Ryan called me away.
“Hey, Col, can you come here?” He said without looking up, still rummaging through my collection.
“Yea, Ry?” I asked, standing next to him. I, too, began to look at the music I had. He was working through the Sinatra and Bing Crosby collections, while I shuffled through The Beatles.
“What do you think they will hate less, Sinatra or your surprisingly large collection of The Beatles?” He gave me a playful punch on the shoulder. It was always like that with him, one minute we’re kissing in the kitchen and the next we’re acting all buddy-buddy over a CD collection.
“What do you guys think?” I raised my voice a little, “Beatles or Sinatra?”
“Do you have ‘Beatles for Sale’?” One of the guests turned around and asked.
I rummaged through his stacks of albums again, coming up with the requested one. I turned to the man that had asked the question, “Yes I do, I’ll put it on for you.”
I gave the album to Ryan and he thoughtlessly put it in the player. I moseyed back to the couch and sat in my spot in between our wives. He took his spot next to me. Michael was still on his theatre, and now it was beginning to bore me. I’d much rather be back in the kitchen with Ryan...doing what we did earlier.
I shook the thought away; we had guests over. I couldn’t go though a huge introspective moment while I still had a room full of guests to entertain. I turned my head to look at Ryan, who was looking at me expectantly.
“Colin?” He asked, bringing an arm to my shoulder. I could tell he wanted to cup my face, embrace me, but he couldn’t. Not in a room full of people who though of us both as solid family men. Well, a full room minus one man and our wives.
“Oh, sorry, I was thinking. What did you say?” I shrugged it off, like it was nothing. But Ryan didn’t want to believe that I really was just thinking. He sighed and motioned for me to follow him. He walked me into the kitchen. Once we were out of sight from the occupants of the other room he trapped me between the wall and him, kissing me savagely.
“Ryan, wait,” I murmured into his mouth, there was nowhere for me to go. If we stopped really depended on him, and thankfully he respected me enough to pull back, “we have guests out there. We can’t do this now.”
“I know…” He drifted off, looking into my eyes. The green pools begging for more.
“I don’t want to spoil the party.” I said quietly, and Ryan began to chuckle. At first I didn’t realise what triggered it, but then I heard what he heard. The Beatles song of the same name was playing in the other room.
“So is this like ‘Beatles only Song Titles’?” He joked, but I though on that for a second.
“So far I’ve only said one.” I said, trying to think of what else may have slipped by. I was coming up with blanks.
“Wait.” He replied bluntly, leaving me confused.
“What am I waiting on?”
“No,” He laughed again, “that’s the other song title. You told me to wait; it’s also a song by the Beatles.”
“Clever man.” I acknowledged, pulling him closer to me. He let his arms slip down to clutch my waist, pulling me even closer. I sighed, and this time I let him kiss me. However, I was the one who deepened the kiss, and I was the one who requested access into his mouth, but he was the one who broke the kiss.
“We should go back in the other room, you’re right. We do have guests.” He surprised me as he said the words. I would have figured that he would be the one insistent on staying in the kitchen, not me. But I just nodded and let him direct me to our guests.
“Honey, are you all right.” My wife said with faux concern. I could see the plastic smile from beneath my half-lidded eyes.
“Yea, I am,” I paused and looked up at Ryan, “now.”
Ryan didn’t miss the innuendo, but he also knew that we were in a room full of guests. Acting on it in any way, shape, or form could end up badly. Instead he ushered me to my seat, knowing the sooner we loose contact with each other the better, at least in this case.
Our guests were staring at us, but we did our best to ignore it. Ryan tried to start a new conversation and I tried to listen intently. That, however, wasn’t working out. Considering Ryan didn’t care about what he was saying and I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened in the kitchen. I could still feel Ryan’s arms on me, tracing across my skin.
Looking over at Michael, I could tell he was sceptical about what Ryan and I really did in the kitchen. The look of intense curiosity was etched on his face. The way he was staring back and forth between Ryan and me, it was like we were a couple of lab rats. The man was curious, and I couldn’t blame him.
“Michael, can I speak with you for a second?” I asked abruptly, not sure what I was doing. I saw from the corner of my eye the look Ryan was giving me. It was a mix between wonder and disbelief.
“Uh, sure.” Michael said timidly. He stood from his seat slowly, and then followed me into the kitchen. I turned around once I reached the sink, waiting on Michael to arrive.
He was taking his time, not sure of what to expect. I watched as he drug his feet, staring at them like they were the most interesting things on Earth. I coughed purposely and his head shot up to look at me.
“I’m sorry that you had to see what you saw earlier.” I said bluntly, throwing him for a loop. Apparently he figured I’d dance around the subject for a while, but I didn’t feel like dragging the conversation out at all.
“Oh, uh, it’s okay.” He muttered, not looking me in the eyes.
“I know,” and his head shot up again, “I’ve been watching you. You were watching Ryan and me. Are you curious about us?”
Michael shifted uncomfortably in front of me. His eyes were averted and he was playing with his fingers. A nervous habit, I guessed. I didn’t want him to react this way, however. I had brought him in the kitchen to maybe explain what he saw, not give him a nervous breakdown.
“Uh, kind of. I guess.” He murmured. His position reminded me of a kid who had just gotten caught doing something bad. He was shifting and looking at his feet, the picture of innocence.
“Well what you saw is all there is,” I put my hand on his shoulder, “so far.” I added, turning away. I hadn’t realised I was in the living room again, sitting next to Ryan, until he put his hand on my leg.
“Colin and I have known each other for awhile now, haven’t we Col?” Ryan said playfully. I knew everyone was at a loss for conversation and the party was winding down, so I did what was inevitable.
I let out a fake yawn, “Yea…” I said, and one of the women across from us took it as a sign for the end of the party.
It took almost a half an hour before the last of the guests had left. And surprisingly those guests were Michael and his wife. We said our goodbyes and we were alone, just like that.
Pat turned to Deb and they both nodded in silent agreement. Pat and Ryan were staying with us; I knew that already, so I wasn’t sure what their agreement was on. Deb looked back and forth between Ryan and me, studying us like an experiment of some sort.
“You two are going to share the guest room tonight.” My wife said bluntly, offered no explanation, and led Pat upstairs. Ryan looked at me and shrugged. Apparently it didn’t bother him that our wives were edging us on; the people that we chose to marry and spend the rest of our lives with.
“After you.” He said, very gentlemen-like. When we came to the door of the guest room we both stopped. There was a lot to consider here. Just what exactly was going to happen, here?
We both knew the answer to that, as neither of us would keep up the morally upright act for long after the door closed. We entered the room together and Ryan embraced me from behind. My knees threatened to buckle as his lips descended on my neck. He noticed this and led me to the bed.
I was on my back, Ryan was kissing me. It felt far better than it really should have, but at the moment I didn’t really care. This was so long in the making I was just glad it was finally happening.
Ryan ran his arms down my body sensually. I was concentrating on his mouth against mine. He began to unbutton my shirt, and was taking it off completely before I halted him.
“Wait,” I murmured against his lips. He pulled back slightly, expectantly, “we shouldn’t…”
He chuckled, “Shut up, you know they put us in this room for a reason. Sometimes I think they want this more than we do.”
I sighed and pulled him back down, kissing him roughly. I couldn’t get enough of his him. I was insatiable for the way his skin felt beneath my lips. He moved his body to the side, trying to gain leverage over me, but I wouldn’t let him.
I turned us around, tearing my shirt off the rest of the way. Ryan chuckled and I realised I seemed maybe just too eager. Smiling smugly, I ran my fingers down his body, making him gasp.
Hearing his moans of desperation sent me into a fit of want I’d never felt before. Quickly I ripped his shirt off of his body, surprising both of us.
“Colin.” He said seriously, leaving me taken aback.
“I love you.” I said, but saying it wasn’t enough. I wanted to show him.
Getting rid of the rest of our clothing was quick, for Ryan was as impatient as I. He was above me again, and I wasn’t sure how he got there. It didn’t matter anyway, what he was doing to me was distracting me away from that.
Ryan’s lips traveled down my body, teasing every piece of skit it touched. My body began to tingle everywhere. Then it stopped.
I opened my eyes, and Ryan was back up next to me. He began kissing me again, tenderly and pleasantly. I had no idea why he had stopped to kiss me, but I didn’t complain. And before I could say anything he was making his way back to where I needed it most.
Swiftly he took me in his mouth, making me moan with desire. I let myself get lost in the wonderful movements he was making. He swallowed hard, making me feel lost and found all at once. He didn’t hesitate, doing everything in his power to make me come. And I did, gasping his name.
I didn’t realise how much time had passed, or how much had occurred until I felt Ryan next to me again. I turned over, pinning against the mattress. I kissed him passionately. I could feel him gasp into my mouth.
He urged me downward, his desire making him impatient, and I complied. I brought him off slowly. And he came, crying my name. The look on his face was pure bliss, and I leant down and kissed him again.
That night we fell asleep in each others arms. When we woke it was daylight and our wives were calling us out of the room. As we went down the stairs to greet them, both were wearing expectant looks on their faces.
“Yes?” Ryan asked sarcastically. I chuckled beside him and he put his arm around me.
“I see something has changed.” My wife said carefully, as if she had to inspect her words, making sure nothing slipped out. And I guess in a way she did, but not for the reasons she was thinking.
“Yes, something has changed.” I say, and Ryan leant into me. I turned my head to better face him. I kissed him playfully, and he was looking at me again.
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...wow that was long..ish, 3,402 words...
*hides under desk*
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Date: 2006-04-28 10:21 pm (UTC)He chuckled, “Shut up, you know they put us in this room for a reason. Sometimes I think they want this more than we do.”
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Hmmmm... I wonder in *which* way? I like the way the wives are co-conspirators egging them on. Especially with -
She glared at me, but relented. She sighed and crossed her arms, going on anyway, “You two need to just…do something. Either be together or not, this little tango you two have been doing is driving me mad.”
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Amen, sister!
*gently pulls you out from under the desk and hands you a wild hare and a red herring, and a single purple rose*
:-D
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Date: 2006-04-29 12:36 am (UTC)thanks for not trapping me under that desk too...I'm claustrophobic xD
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Date: 2006-04-29 04:13 pm (UTC)And the Beatles songtitles was a fun bit. ^_^
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Date: 2006-04-29 05:26 pm (UTC)thanks!
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