The Whose Line is it Anyway Fanfiction Archive

His eyes glued to Jeff’s hand, Colin continued to pump in and out, in and out, getting closer to his own climax with every stroke. He tried his best to stave it off, but when he saw Jeff’s own seed come spurting forth, he slammed into him with all his might and let go, coming like he hadn’t in years. It was absolutely incredible. It was mind-blowing. It was…”Oh Jesus,” he breathed, collapsing forward in a somewhat controlled fall onto the man beneath, trapping Jeff’s hand between them.

Long, lean legs eased down over his shoulders and grasped him in an odd sort of hug. “Any day of the week, Colin,” Jeff panted. “Any day of the week.”

“How about…tomorrow…after the…show?”

“In a heartbeat.”

They fell asleep in one another’s arms, blissful smiles painting both of their faces.

The train rolled on.

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In the darkness on the other side of the wall, white teeth flashed. “You know, I do believe that was Colin.”

Brad shook himself from the light daze he’d fallen into. “Colin? But…that’s Jeff’s berth!”

“Mm. Hm.”

“Could you possibly sound more smug?” Brad asked, scowling.

“I’m quite sure. But, not tonight.” Stretching, he deliberately rubbed himself along Brad’s side.

His friend gasped, then looked at him, wide-eyed. “You’re hard!”

“Your powers of observation are as keen as ever, my friend.”

“I don’t believe you! You’re getting off on listening to them, aren’t you?”

“Was, Bradley. Was getting off. They seem to have stopped for now. But…that doesn’t mean we have to.” He chuckled, thrusting against Brad’s solid thigh.

“Man, you really are a slut.”

“And proud of it, my friend. Proud of it.”

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