[FIC] When Darkness Falls 38

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Happy Thursday evening.  This chapter is for all of the Ryan/Colin shippers who have been waiting so patiently over the past month or so for it.  Hope you enjoy it, guys!

TITLE:  When Darkness Falls
PART:  38
PAIRING:  Ryan/Colin!  Can you believe it???
RATING:  NC-17 for mansmut
DISCLAIMER:  No, I don't own these characters.  This is all FICTION.  Please don't sue me.
SUMMARY:  Ryan and Colin and a shower.

Later that evening, Colin trudged toward the locker room shower clad in loose fitting sweatpants and a threadbare white t-shirt, a towel slung over one shoulder and his toiletries kit in his hand.  As he stepped into the shower’s anteroom, he heard water running and some raucous singing in a voice he knew well.  Chuckling to himself, he stripped to his bare skin, grabbed his soap, cloth and shampoo and stepped into the shower itself.  “Hey, Drew.  You’re back early.”

 

In the middle of rinsing his hair, Drew startled a bit and scrubbed his eyes free of the stinging lather.  “Colin!” he greeted, smiling broadly.  “I didn’t even hear you come in!”

 

“You were too busy serenading the tiles,” Colin replied, turning on the tap to his own shower and stepping beneath the warm spray. 

 

His eyes now fully rinsed, Drew chanced a look over at Colin as men seem to be wont to do in situations like these.  His eyes widened.  “Wow,” he whistled, “all those jokes on the set weren’t really jokes after all.”

 

Colin shrugged, flushing slightly as he began to lather up.  “Gotta have something going on in my favor to counteract all those bald cracks.”

 

“Too bad you can’t show it to a crowd.  They’d go apeshit!  For real, man!  Damn!”

 

“I think I’ll keep that part of me hidden from the general viewing public, if you don’t mind.”

 

Drew laughed.  “Fuck man, if that were me, I’d go flinging it around everywhere!”

 

Rolling his eyes, Colin could only shake his head.  “I’ll just stick to being myself and only take it out for special occasions.”

 

“Suit yourself, man.  Pity to keep something like that under wraps.”

 

“Maybe, but that’s where it’s staying.”

 

“To each his own, I guess.”

 

Colin just laughed.

 

No more than five minutes later, Colin was finishing up his own ablutions when Ryan, swollen nose and all, stepped in.  Seeing who was already in the shower, Ryan froze for a moment, then continued on, stepping beneath the tap next to Colin’s, keeping his eyes carefully averted.

 

“Hey,” Colin greeted him warmly.  “How’s the nose?”

 

“Nose?”

 

“Yeah, that beak in the middle of your face that’s quickly coming to resemble an overripe tomato.  Are you in any pain?”

 

“Pain?”

 

Sighing softly, Colin turned off his water and stepped over to his friend.  “You okay?”

 

“I…um….”  He shook his head.  “I…just haven’t seen you…you know…in a long time, Col.  And it’s, well….”  He looked down, and Colin followed his gaze.  Ryan was already half-hard and growing by the second.  He flushed deeply.  “Shit, I’m doing it again.  I’m so sorry, Col.”

 

Reaching up, Colin laid a firm hand on Ryan’s slumped shoulder.  “Stop,” he said softly, but firmly.  Pressing slightly, he turned the taller man to face him.  With his free hand, he brushed the backs of his knuckles along Ryan’s lightly stubbled jaw, enjoying the feeling of the coarse hairs prickling against his skin.  “I love you,” he whispered before going up to his toes and sealing his words with a kiss.

 

Ryan moaned high in his throat.  It was almost a whimper, and Ryan never whimpered.  Ever.

 

Concerned, Colin stepped back.  “Did I hurt you?”

 

“God, no.”

 

Not allowing himself to think of anything beyond this moment, Colin moved forward again, briefly kissing Ryan’s trembling lips before moving to his jaw, pressing gentle, firm kisses along its length down to the point of his chin.  Then he moved lover, tasting the bit of water trapped in the hollow of Ryan’s throat.

 

Ryan’s hands came up to rest on Colin’s hips, gently, tenderly, neither pushing him away nor pulling him in. 

 

Encouraged, Colin used his tongue to sweep along both prominent collarbones before coming back to linger at the hollow, suckling so lightly it was as if Ryan were being touched by butterfly wings. 

 

Moaning softly, Ryan shifted his stance slightly, widening it for stability as he felt the blood begin to rush from his head and down to a part of his body suddenly more alive than it had been in years. 

 

Smiling against his throat, Colin stepped in, gently trapping Ryan’s erection between their bodies.  His own body was wet and slippery and, still smiling, he moved his hips slowly, sensuously from side to side, gliding his cool, glistening flesh over Ryan’s rock hard cock.  He tested the breadth of Ryan’s shoulders with the flat of his palms, skimming over the smooth, hairless skin and down the long arms until he came to the hands still resting gently on his own waist.  Grasping them tenderly, he moved his upper body away just enough to lift them, one at a time, and press a kiss to the knuckles, then place them against his own chest.  “I love you,” he whispered again, looking up with a smile.  “Don’t be afraid.”

 

With a rumbling groan deep in his chest, Ryan eased forward, his entire body trembling.  Tilting his head to the side, he captured Colin’s lips in a deep, searing kiss that both men felt all the way to their toes.  The whimpering noise sounded again as Ryan slid one hand up Colin’s chest and around his neck to tenderly cup the back of his skull, pulling him in deeper.  Colin’s mouth opened willingly, and Ryan fluttered his tongue inside.  He moaned loudly.  His head was spinning and he felt faint.  His heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest, and his legs threatened to buckle at any moment. 

 

I can’t believe this is happening, his thoughts said over and over and over again.

 

As if sensing his thoughts, Colin quickly took control of the kiss, twining his tongue with Ryan’s as he took the taller man by the shoulders and quickly spinning him so that his back was against the shower’s cool, wet tiles.  “Let it go,” Colin said softly, earnestly, as he pulled away from the kiss.  “I won’t let you fall.”

 

He then began nipping and licking his way back down Ryan’s neck and chest, mouthing his nipples until Ryan thought he’d either go blind or pass out from the pleasure of that alone.   But that was nothing compared to the cool, tight hand that suddenly engulfed his shaft, stroking in time to Colin’s tongue dancing over his nipples. 

 

“Colin,” he moaned, his head whipping back and forth against the slick tiles.  “Oh, god, Colin….”

 

“Let it go,” Colin murmured against his skin as he moved downward, blazing a cool, wet path over his ribcage and belly. “I’m here.”

 

Still stroking Ryan’s shaft, Colin lowered himself carefully to his knees, where he continued to press kisses and licks to the long, lean legs before drawing his tongue firmly up the inside of each thigh.  At the end of that second journey, his tongue followed the crease along Ryan’s right thigh. He ducked his head slightly, and Ryan moaned loudly as he felt his scrotum gently nipped before it was taken whole into Colin’s mouth. 

 

His hands, fallen to and gripping Colin’s shoulders were the only things keeping him upright.  He was so utterly overwhelmed with pleasure that he literally could not see straight.  To keep from screaming, he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. 

 

Colin continued to pump his hand slowly up and down and back again as he manipulated Ryan’s sack with his talented mouth and tongue.  The man’s taste, salty and musky, was exactly as he’d remembered it, and he groaned softly in pleasure.

 

After another moment or two of pure self indulgence, he slowly removed his mouth and replaced it with his hand.  He looked up again, smiling sweetly.  Ryan stared back down at him, eyes nearly black with arousal, though he sensed some residual fear in them as well.  “Let go,” he whispered once again.

 

“I….” Ryan panted, “don’t know…if I can.”

 

“You can,” Colin assured him, moving his hand down so it encircled the scorching hot base of Ryan’s erection.  “You can.”  Blowing a cool jet of air across the leaking head, he lowered his mouth and swiped his tongue across it, tasting the bitterness of nicotine, and the musk that was uniquely Ryan.  “You taste so good,” he purred, taking a second taste, and then a third.

 

At the sensation, Ryan slammed his head back against the unforgiving tiles.  His eyes were tightly closed, his jaw tightly clenched.  The tendons in his neck stood out in bas relief as his hands clamped down so tightly on Colin’s shoulders that his knuckles turned stark white.

 

A final swirling lick, and Colin eased his mouth over the head, his lips resting just beneath ridge, cradling him there as his hand continued to move in a varied rhythm; sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes firm, sometimes gentle, exactly as he knew Ryan liked it.  He suckled gently at the head, moving his lips up and down in increments of a fraction of an inch either way. 

 

When he sensed that Ryan was still trying his best to hold back, Colin decided to play dirty.  Lowering his hand back to the base again, he moved his lips down as far as he could, relaxing his throat muscles until Ryan was completely cradled within.  Then, after a final, gentle squeeze and roll, he released his hold on Ryan’s scrotum and eased his hand back behind it, two fingers finding and circling his entrance.  When he felt the tight ring of muscles relax against his gentle persuasion, he eased his fingers inside to the first knuckle.

 

With a loud cry, Ryan once again slammed his head back against the wall, his whole body shuddering with the extremity of his pleasure.  His hands tightened even further on Colin’s shoulders, fingernails blindly, unknowingly digging in.

 

Hissing in pleasure, Colin eased his fingers in to the second knuckle and began his oral work in earnest, undulating his tongue against the underside of Ryan’s shaft before moving his tightly pressed lips up and down the long, thick cock.  Moving slowly at first, he quickly built his momentum, every so often sliding his fingers more deeply inside the tight tunnel until the pads were resting firmly against the spongy tissue of Ryan’s prostate.

 

Letting go another loud, hoarse cry, Ryan surrendered the game, allowing his body to finally move to the rhythm Colin had set.  Forward into that hot, wet mouth, backward onto those long, penetrating fingers, again and again and again until he didn’t even know his own name.  “Oh, God,” he moaned.  “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!  Colin!!”

 

Pulling out to the tips, Colin added a third finger and thrust back in hard, twisting his whole hand in a way that caused Ryan to grunt and hiss in pleasure and pain.  He squirmed against the slick tiles, needing to come so badly, he’d have gladly traded his life for the chance.

 

Knowing Ryan was right against the edge, Colin gracefully led him over, adding just the barest hint of teeth as he moved up the shaft, then suddenly down, completely relaxing the muscles in his throat and allowing the fat head to ease down into it. 

 

“Oh, God,” Ryan whispered brokenly.  “Colin…I love you.”

 

And then he came, emptying himself down Colin’s swallowing throat with a keening, sobbing cry that seemed as if it would never end.

 

When it did, Colin cradled him in his mouth for another moment, relishing the taste and the heat and the feel of him before tenderly easing away and coming to his feet.  “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a nearly chaste kiss against Ryan’s swollen, trembling lips.  “For trusting me.”

 

Unable to do anything else, Ryan brought his arms out and crushed Colin against him in a strong, all-encompassing hug.  He carefully lowered his head, mindful of his injured nose, onto Colin’s shoulder, mouthing the skin on his lover’s neck.  This time, Colin’s raging erection was trapped between their bodies, and when he reached down for it, Colin stepped slightly away, smiling.

 

“No,” he said softly.  “This was for you.”

 

“Please,” Ryan replied, his own voice soft and rough.  “Please, let me touch you.  I…I need to know…that this isn’t a dream.  Please, Col.  I need….”

 

Understanding, Colin stepped forward, moaning softly as Ryan’s scorching hand played along his shaft before wrapping around it and tugging. 

 

“Oh yes,” Colin murmured.  “So nice.  Ryan, God…so nice.”

 

Easing back just slightly to give himself room, Ryan began to pump firmly and smoothly, reacquainting himself with the man in his arms; with his body, his scent, his responses, the way he cried out high in his throat when Ryan did something he liked, and the way he growled deep in his chest when Ryan did something he loved. 

 

Though Ryan wanted Colin inside him so badly that he felt as if he’d die without it, he also knew, almost instinctively, that neither of them were quite ready for that.  So he poured all of his passion into his hand, falling deeper inside Colin with every stroke until he was no longer sure which of them was which.

 

When Colin’s breathing began to hitch, he moved up and swiped his thumb against the broad head, then tightened his grip and began pumping as hard and as fast as he could.  Within seconds, it was all over as he felt Colin’s warm essence erupt over his hands, his fingers, his groin and his belly. 

 

And when it was over, both men sagged heavily against one another, taking huge gulps of air, their bodies trembling, exhausted, totally spent.  After a long moment, they pulled apart, and Colin smiled.  “Guess it’s time for another shower, eh?”

 

Ryan just shook his head, but the grin on his face and twinkling in his eyes told Colin all he’d ever wanted to know.

 

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To be continued....