[Series] After Hours 4
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wl_fanfictionHappy Tuesday. It's raining here. Another C/R scene. This one's long so there'll be a couple continued in the comments pieces. Thanks for reading!
TITLE: After Hours
SERIES: Part 4
PAIRING: Colin/Ryan
RATING: NC-17 for MM
DISCLAIMER: Don't own, don't sue, AU, FICTION
SUMMARY: Above.
With a bit of a bemused smile, Ryan tossed his cellphone down on the expensive coffee table in his swanky penthouse apartment. It had been designed by one of the hottest—and gayest—interior decorators in the country and looked every inch of such. Ryan loved his creature comforts, and this place was chock full of them, from large screen televisions in every single room—including the bathroom—to a enormous Jacuzzi, to a bed specially made for a man his height, to designer closets that held his vast array of suits and, his passion, shoes. He also had a mini gym to keep himself in the shape that the customers seemed to desire. The kitchen alone was a professional chef’s wet dream come to life, and all the other goodies just made things that much better when he wasn’t out servicing clients.
He called it home, and was happy.
The designer had offered to take the whole thing out in trade—a single night’s trade, no less, for months and months of work, but Ryan had refused. The guy was cute enough, but Ryan never mixed business and personal pleasure. That was another recipe for disaster. Luckilly, the man had understood and had taken his huge fee the regular way, and that was that.
And now it was Monday, his declared day off this week, and he was dressed in his usual casual attire of worn jeans, a thin t-shirt, and ratty sneakers. He tried to turn his attention back to the hockey game on television, but it didn’t seem to want to stay there. He looked back down at the phone, the smile reappearing. As expected, the call had been from his answering service, setting up an appointment for the next evening. Quite unexpected, however, had been that the appointment was for his newest customer, the john he’d gone down on the week before and hadn’t been able to get out of his mind since. He’d thought his refusal the week before might have ended things. Evidently, it didn’t, and Ryan found himself strangely pleased by that.
There was just something about the man that he still couldn’t quite put his finger on. Perhaps it was the refreshing air of innocence in a world that was, for Ryan, all too jaded. Or maybe it was that continuing feeling that there was something lying behind that placid exterior. Something deep. Something exciting. Something compelling.
Whatever it was, he decided that he wanted to find out. It would still be all business, he assured himself, but helping someone discover who they really were was kind of within his business plan anyway, right? Right. No more, and certainly no less. He was a man who gave his all, and if it had the side benefit of helping someone else, well, that was ok with him as well. He could be charitable when he wanted to be.
Sure, maybe he was partially lying to himself, but he figured he could handle it. He’d felt the lure before; in his line of work, that was pretty much a given. It was how you dealt with it that counted, and so far, he hadn’t been caught. He had no reason to expect this would be any different. His emotional shields were about as thick as the walls of Fort Knox, and he felt pretty damn safe behind them. He’d seen so many of his fellows go down the path to ruin, falling in love with a client, only to wind up with nothing at the end of it all. He was determined that that would not be his course, one he’d charted, on his own, a long time ago. A little harmless flirtation would be fine, but that would be as far as he would allow things to go.
He’d done it before. He could do it again. The little thrill of anticipatory excitement was just a bonus at the end of a good business deal. Desert at the end of a meal, if you will.
After all, no one said he couldn’t have a little fun, too.
That settled in his mind, he got up, plucked a cold beer from the fridge, and went back to the hockey game, the smile still gracing his face.
The next evening, Ryan stood before his full-length mirror, putting everything to rights. On the spur of the moment, he’d decided to show a slightly different side of his personality to his new client. He wasn’t sure why, just that it seemed the thing to do.
To that end, he’d donned a suit in a shade of charcoal so dark it was almost black, and another of his brilliant white shirts. To this, however, he’d added a red tie with a whimsical design. And on his feet, he’d donned one of his favorite pairs of shoes—ones that matched the color of his suit perfectly, but also had a white leather flame design stitched into them. He sensed, somewhere deep, somewhere that he learned not to question, that his choice of attire would be appreciated. Maybe he’d even get a smile, and as much as he told himself he didn’t care about that, in truth, he did. More than he should.
Straightening and tugging his sleeves down, he looked once again in the mirror. His hair, freshly barbered, was cut close on the sides and back, and full on the top. His sideburns were cut to razor sharp perfection. All in all, he felt quite presentable, whimsical attire and all.
Smiling and nodding at himself in satisfaction, he tucked his wallet and cell into his pocket, turned at last from the mirror, and made his way out of his bedroom and then his penthouse, humming a little ditty barely under his breath.
*******
Finally alone in his office—he’d practically had to pry Sheila out with a crowbar—Colin leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk, clasping his hands behind his head and sighing. He’d just been through a bear of a day. Five client meetings back to back to back, and not one of them easy. As a result, he was left feeling tired and vaguely unwell. It was stress, and he knew it, and that stress wasn’t going to end any time soon. The appointment he’d made was coming back to haunt him, and once again, he wondered if he could go through with it.
Images of the tall escort had consumed his thoughts for the past week, never giving him a moment’s peace. Just as fast as he’d convinced himself he had a handle on the whole thing, another image would invade, and he’d be back to square one. It was all wearing him down, and if his headache didn’t disappear soon, he was going to lose it entirely.
The one thing he knew, without a doubt, was that he wouldn’t be able to deal with the impersonality of it all. If that was the way Ryan was going to play it, well, he’d just halt that in its tracks and ask him to take his check and leave. He’d had enough impersonal interrelationships today. What he needed, more than anything, was human contact. Emotional, sexual, it really didn’t matter, as long as it was human.
When the buzzer rang, he eased his feet from the desk and stood, prepared to take the bull by the horns. When the door opened and Ryan stepped through, Colin stopped and stared. After a moment, he could feel the beginnings of a smile tighten his cheeks. “Nice shoes,” he said finally, unable to keep the genuine amusement from his voice.
Instead of the expected smirk, he received a small smile that came very close to being shy. It utterly charmed him, and he felt some of his stress slip away as if it had never been. He could feel his shoulders relaxing and his back realigning itself into a more natural posture.
“Thank you,” Ryan replied in that soft, deep, sexy voice that turned Colin’s insides all fluttery.
After a moment, Colin remembered what he had promised himself, and stepped forward. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m looking for something a little less…formal tonight.”
Ryan’s eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”
Colin rubbed the back of his neck. “That didn’t come out exactly right.” He sighed. “I’ve just had a really hard day, and I know you’re not to blame for that, but what I really need is just some human contact. Of any sort, really. Just to remind me that there’s life outside this office.”
Ryan nodded. “I understand. How about if we start like this?” Stepping forward slowly, but fluidly, Ryan raised his arms and gently eased the suit jacket from Colin’s shoulders, allowing it to slip down into a puddle on the floor. Then, with gentle hands, he made short work of Colin’s tie, shirt, and undershirt, laying tender, fluid touches to his skin as he did so, but still not talking much. “The bedroom?” he asked, initiating intense eye contact.
“Uh…sure,” Colin replied, swallowing hard. It still felt vaguely impersonal, but he was intrigued, and so he led his way to the bedroom.
“Just go ahead and take your shoes off and lay down on the bed on your belly.”
Nodding, Colin did as asked, turning his head to one side so he wouldn’t be smothered by his own pillow.
“Comfortable?”
“Not bad.”
“I’ll be right back.” Within a moment, Ryan had returned with the briefcase he’d set down on one of the chairs when he’d first entered Colin’s office. Reaching inside, he pulled out a small bottle of oil and set the case down on the floor. Tipping the oil into his hands, he set the bottle aside and rubbed them together, coating them. With a simple “you look tense”, he stepped up to the side of the bed, placed his oiled hands on Colin’s back, and began to rub.
After a very few minutes, Colin began to groan softly as the magic of Ryan’s talented hands started to soothe away the accumulated stresses of the overlong day, easily hitting every single point that needed attending to. “God,” he groaned as Ryan hit a particularly wonderful spot, “this is almost better than sex.”
Ryan’s answering chuckle, though brief, was music to Colin’s ears. “Well it is!” he said in a mock-wheedle.
“You just haven’t been having the right kind of sex.”
“You could be right,” Colin agreed as his shoulders were completely tension free for the first time in months, if not years. “I haven’t exactly been a dog on the prowl. I know there’s a manual for it that I’m missing somewhere.”
Ryan chuckled again, more loudly this time, and Colin again found himself grinning. The man’s laugh was, well, magical, to be truthful. He wanted to hear it again, but didn’t know what to say, so he just hoped for another opportunity later.
Then he felt the bed dip beneath the weight of another body, and his hormones went into hyperspace as he felt Ryan straddle his backside without missing a beat with his hands. Now the massage became deeper, but at the same time, decidedly more sensual. While tension was steadily bleeding from one part of his body, it was quickly building in another, and he shifted slightly on the bed, moaning softly at the friction against his rapidly hardening cock.
Without comment, Ryan deliberately lightened the massage until it was truly a thing of seduction. Then, shifting his hips back, he leaned forward and began to lick along the lines of flavored oil he’d laid upon Colin’s smooth, pale back.
“Oh…god,” Colin moaned. “Oh…yes. God.”
Smiling against Colin’s cool flesh, Ryan continued with his languorous tongue strokes until he came to the shorter man’s lower back, where he stayed for awhile, knowing he was driving the man beneath him crazy with need.
Colin was shifting almost constantly now, rhythmically thrusting against the duvet in search of some relief.
Taking pity on him, Ryan reached down and gently turned Colin until he was on his back. He smiled down at the healthy erection straining mightily against the confining dark slacks. “Better than sex, huh?” he teased.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Colin croaked. “Sex right now would be better. Now. Right now.”
“Never underestimate the value of some nice foreplay,” Ryan replied, bringing his oiled hands directly down on Colin’s pecs, molding them perfectly in his hands and beginning to move in a circular motion. Colin’s nipples quickly rose to tight points that dug pleasantly into his palms.
“Never again,” Colin groaned, arching up into Ryan’s hands. “I promise.”
“Good. I’ll hold you to that.” Finally leaving Colin’s chest, he moved further down his front, fingers tickling and smoothing against ribs and belly, eventually lightly rimming his navel. He smiled into Colin’s eyes as he did it, and the sight of that one thing alone made Colin’s heart nearly stop in his chest. He was afraid he’d gasped, but Ryan’s expression didn’t change, so maybe it was only in his head. Or his heart. Oh no.
Deliberately closing his own eyes, he made himself blind and deaf to anything save the sensations Ryan was creating in his body. This was sex, sex, and only sex. Period.
After a moment or two, it seemed to work. His cock surged, and he bucked ineffectually beneath Ryan, searching after something he couldn’t name. His need was all-encompassing now, surrounding him completely, leaving room for nothing else to exist.
Knowing the ending was about to arrive a bit sooner than expected, and not wanting to leave his customer with less than he desired for his money, Ryan deliberately backed off. But only just a bit. Noticing the tiny, but state-of-the-art speakers tucked against the wall on either side of the headboard, Ryan smiled slightly. “Do you have a musical preference?”
Colin’s eyes popped open, his confusion evident. “Excuse me?”
“Music. Any particular style you like? Artist? Anything?”
“S-Sinatra?”
Ryan’s smile broadened. “Well, isn’t that interesting.” With a soft grunt, he arose from both Colin and the bed. “Do you mind?” He gestured toward the small stereo, and Colin blinked. “Um…no. Not at all.”
Nodding, Ryan pressed a tiny button and soft, jazzy music began to issue from the speakers. With a sexy little smirk, Ryan made sure he had his client’s full attention before he reached for his whimsical tie and began a seductive striptease.
By the time Ryan had reached the second button on his shirt, Colin couldn’t have looked away if someone told him there was a bomb set to go off beneath his bed. By the time Ryan reached for his belt, Colin wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to blink again. By the time Ryan straightened after kicking his slacks away, revealing a black spandex g-string that enhanced and outlined every line and ridge of his engorged cock, Colin was sure of it.
His dry eyes stung. His breath was coming in short, sharp pants, like a laboring woman. And he was so hard, he felt sure he could bend steel with his erection alone.
“Do you like what you see?” Ryan asked, his voice deep and smooth and so, so seductive.
“Yes,” Colin whispered, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet dry, parched lips.
“I’m glad.” Ryan’s tone was sincerity itself as he climbed once again onto the bed. Planting his knees to either side of Colin’s, he reached down and grasped his client’s slim black belt and, unbuckling it, began to slip it slowly free from its confines.
Colin felt paralyzed. Which, in a way, was good he supposed, for if he moved even a fraction of an inch, he feared he’d completely ruin a second pair of expensive slacks. Not that that was an issue, exactly, since he had plenty, but to come without even being undressed, let alone touched, was the stuff of schoolboys, not adult men. His eyes which, together with his lungs and his heart seemed to be the only things capable of movement at the moment, darted between Ryan’s large, graceful hands, and the man’s truly immense cock.
The sight of it alone, even covered as it was, shot fevered heat and icy chills through him in regular waves. He was consumed with excitement and an utter, gut-wrenching, breath-stealing fear. The absolute need to call a halt to these proceedings raced through him, but he found himself quite without a voice. All of the tension that Ryan had rubbed and licked away from him had returned, in spades. He was as taut as a bowstring, and could feel the jackals of panic already nipping at his heels.
He wasn’t sure what he was afraid of, exactly. It was a conglomeration of things, none of which took precedence in his mind, all of which sat lodged in the back of his throat, along with his voice.
Ryan sensed Colin’s rising panic, and immediately regretted stripping down. He knew his size was often an issue, though usually more for the men than the women, which was why he rarely displayed so much of himself to newcomers. What had compelled him to do it this time, he wasn’t exactly sure, and that concerned him.
What was done was done, however, and he would just have to try and salvage the situation. Fortunately, he’d been in such a position before and knew what to do. Keeping his movements gentle and deliberate, he allowed his features to soften. He spread his knees slightly to provide less of a caged-in feeling to his client, and sped up his actions ever so slightly. Slipping the belt free, he clinically reached for the clasp of Colin’s trousers and undid that, then lowered the zipper. The loosened fabric allowed Colin’s cotton-covered erection to surge free, and Ryan smiled slightly. The man’s fear had done nothing to quell his arousal, and he had a feeling that the two of them were linked somewhere deep in Colin’s subconscious. That would be something well worth exploring in the future, if there ever was one.
Being careful not to display his strength, Ryan simply pressed down enough on the mattress to slip the trousers free from his client’s behind and thighs, quickly drawing them down and off. Then he moved back up, taking care to keep his knees carefully away from Colin’s thighs. He met his eyes directly. “I’m going to touch you now,” he said firmly, but warmly.
Waiting until he saw a tiny nod from Colin, he then placed his hand flat over his client’s cock. The heat of him was immense, even through the cloth. God, he was so very ready. He ghosted his palm up and down the length of him several times, gauging Colin’s reaction before bringing his fingers into play and grasping him, mid-shaft with medium pressure.
Colin gasped and surged, finally able to move. His eyes clamped tightly shut as his teeth caught at his bottom lip and held. “Oh,” he breathed, then “oh” again as Ryan tightened his grip, squeezing him firmly. Even this simple feeling was incomparable to anything he’d ever felt before.
After squeezing and releasing him for a couple of moments, Ryan said, “I’m going to slip your boxers off now.” Another slight nod and Ryan did exactly that. Then he slipped a wrapped condom from the wide waistband of his g-string, tore it open with his teeth and, in a move he rarely used, applied the condom to Colin himself. The man groaned and bucked again even before it was done, but Ryan rode him expertly, and soon the task was complete. Then he sat back slightly and enjoyed the sight of the man beneath him in a way he hadn’t allowed himself the first time.
Colin’s erection was long and thick and beautifully curved as it laid pressed nearly flat against his abdomen. Ryan, who hadn’t been lying when he said he enjoyed big cocks, found himself nearly salivating at the sight. It was nice. Very nice. Quite gorgeous, in fact. He’d grown used to corporate dick in his line of work, your standard six to seven inches, moderately plump; just perfect, he supposed, for a soccer mom’s pussy. But this, this was the cock of an artist. Hell, it was a cock for an artist as well.
Colin squirmed a bit, bringing Ryan’s attention back to what he was supposed to be doing, what he was getting paid to do. Admiring could come later. There was work to be done. Reaching down for the small bottle of oil he’d used for the massage, he tipped some more into his hands and worked it in until his hands were slick and soft. “I’m going to touch you again,” he said, and without waiting for a response, did exactly that, grabbing Colin’s erection in his hand and beginning to slowly pump it.
“Oh, god,” Colin moaned, his hands going to the sheets once again. His eyes were still tightly closed. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
Working blindly on an instinct honed over years and years of experience, and deliberately silencing the voice in his head shouting at him that he never, ever did this and that he was going to live to regret it, he slipped the fingers of his available hand behind the band of his own g-string, along his crease and to his entrance, where he began circling. Without thought, he plunged inside, keeping his hiss of pained pleasure locked tightly behind his teeth. It had been so long, he’d almost forgotten what that felt like, and how much he truly enjoyed it. Ryan wasn’t a man who bottomed easily or willingly. It just wasn’t part of his nature. But on the few times he did….
Continuing to pump his client’s cock, he slowly, almost imperceptibly moved upward on his knees until his ass was just about even with the other man’s groin. Colin, wrapped up in his own world of pleasure, hadn’t seemed to notice, and that was good. Urging Colin’s erection so it was perpendicular to his body, Ryan deliberately rose up and slipped the rear band of his g-string out of the way, still refusing to listen to that now screaming voice inside his head. This was business, he told that shrill voice. Nothing else.
Colin’s eyes snapped back open, and he stared at Ryan as if Ryan were a snake about to strike. “Wha—what are you doing?”
“I’m letting you fuck me.”
Colin’s hands clenched in the sheets, then released. He shook his head hesitantly, then with more vigor. “I…no…I…I…can’t….no. I’m….”
“Shh,” Ryan said softly, soothingly. “Shh. It’s going to be alright.”
“No!” Colin nearly shouted. “No. You don’t…I can’t…I…no.” He shook his head again. “No. Please. I’m not….”
After a moment, Ryan nodded and relaxed. “You’re not ready.”
Colin nodded, misery clouding his eyes. “No,” he whispered. “I’m not. I’m sorry.”
He tried to roll, but Ryan restrained him gently. “You have no reason to be sorry,” he said, his voice still soft and soothing. “None. I pushed you too hard and too fast. I’m the one who knows better, remember?”
But Colin still looked miserable, and about to bolt besides. “I…I mean, I shouldn’t….”
“Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He smiled. “You’ve been thinking about this a long time, haven’t you.”
Colin nodded again. “A very long time,” he whispered.
“And you’re still conflicted.”
“God, yes.”
“And there’s nothing wrong with that,” Ryan assured him. “Nothing at all. So, we’ll take it slow. No penetration, alright?”
“A-alright.”
“Okay, then. This is what we’ll do. Give me your hand.”
Looking at Ryan curiously, some of the panic fading, he did as asked. Grasping it gently, Ryan soothed some of the massage oil into it until it was damply slick. Releasing it, Ryan went to the waistband of his garment and, in one fluid motion, tugged it down and away, freeing his erection, which bobbed violently. Colin’s eyes were huge, nearly black, and glued to him. Reaching down, he grabbed another rubber and slid it with expert precision over his own cock. Then he eyed Colin expectantly.
“Touch me.”
Colin looked at him questioningly.
Ryan nodded. “Go ahead. Touch me.”
With a hand that tried to hide its tiny trembling, Colin reached out and gently brushed the tips of his fingers along Ryan’s cock, easing silkenly over the exquisitely sensitive head and down the shaft, touching it with the concentration of a blind man reading Braille. Ryan patiently bore the tactile exploration.
Then he shifted, bringing his leg over until he was on Colin’s left side. The bed was wide enough to hold him, kneeling, comfortably.
“Okay, now grasp me as if you were doing it to yourself.”
Colin shot him another questioning look. He smiled.
“It’s alright. Do it.”
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Date: 2006-10-17 11:54 am (UTC)Remembering again his job—when was the last time he’d ever forgotten what he was here for?—he reached for Colin’s erection and began to exactly mimic the actions his own cock was receiving.
When Colin began to falter, he took over, pleasantly surprised to now find his own actions exactly mimicked, and with increasing confidence as well. It appeared Colin was a natural foil, returning everything he was given, with interest. Oh yes, he’d been right about this one. He also knew, by the white heat beginning to spark through his belly and groin, that this was going to be one of those rare times that he was going to climax with a customer. He wasn’t the least bit upset by that knowledge. Hell, he needed this particular orgasm, or he’d be regretting it all night.
Then he decided to get just the tiniest bit more daring. If he failed, then he did. But he didn’t think he would. Since the fingers he’d used on himself were now curled around Colin’s safely latex-covered cock, he used the others to gently touch and tickle high up on the backs of Colin’s thighs, moving ever closer to their goal.
Colin stiffened a little, and at that, Ryan gave him a particularly good tug-and-stroke, and he groaned aloud, forgetting what it was he was nervous about…as intended.
Increasing the speed and firmness of his strokes, Ryan moved ever closer until he was circling the heat of his client’s entrance. He made sure to stay just outside, rimming him without penetrating, as promised. Colin’s groans were louder now, much louder, as he bucked himself through Ryan’s tight fist.
“Inside,” Colin finally gasped, barely aware he was doing it, “god, please, inside!”
Smirking slightly at the correctness of his hunch, Ryan eased one well-lubed finger gently inside the tight ring of muscle, just to the first knuckle.
Colin cried out loudly, stiffened, and came in a rush.
As he did, his hand clamped mindlessly down on Ryan’s erection, and with a few short pumps through the rock-hard fist, he followed Colin into a shuddering, if silent, climax.
Ryan came hard, but managed to stay upright, panting and sweating heavily. Both men released the other at the same time. Colin’s eyes opened, dazed and sated, and Ryan smiled into them, smoothing his hand over the other man’s heaving, furred chest.
“Better?” he asked finally.
“You have no idea,” Colin husked.
“Maybe not,” Ryan agreed, “but I came too.”
“I noticed,” Colin said shyly, and Ryan’s heart flip-flopped in his chest. Damn. This was not going to happen. Time to make a graceful exit.
Sighing softly, he glanced at the clock. “I…I need to go.”
Closing his eyes, Colin could only nod. “I understand.”
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Date: 2006-10-17 11:55 am (UTC)Colin’s eyes opened. He smiled. “That’s the first time you’ve used my name. Well, the second, but I don’t count when we were first introduced. I know I’m not supposed to, but…I like it.”
Business, Ryan. This is just business. Strictly business. Nothing else. “What I wanted to say was that I…enjoyed myself. That doesn’t always happen in my line of work. And when it does, well….” He ducked his head.
Once again, Colin found himself utterly charmed. “Thank you,” he said. “For understanding. For being patient with me.”
“Count on it,” Ryan replied. Moving from the bed, he stripped his used condom off, walked into the bathroom and flushed it, then washed the oil from his hands. When he came back out, he quickly dressed. “I’m…available next Wednesday or Thursday, early evening. If you want, call me and we’ll set something up, ok?”
Colin smiled, his relief evident. “Ok,” was all he said.
Nodding, Ryan walked over to the credenza, picked up the check and tucked it into his pocket. “I’ll see you then,” he said, then turned and left the room.
Colin stared at the ceiling for a long moment, then forced himself off of the bed and into the bathroom where he attended to his needs and returned to the bedroom. This time, the scent of combined male musk didn’t bother him nearly as much. He found himself rather enjoying it, strange as it sounded. With a small smile, he moved to the stereo, shut Frankie off in mid croon, straightened out the bed and slipped in between the sheets.
He was asleep five minutes later.
*******
TBC
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Date: 2006-10-17 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-17 05:13 pm (UTC)that was super hot...
what happened to "when darkness falls"?
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Date: 2006-10-18 01:38 am (UTC)haven't ready yet, but...
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Date: 2006-10-17 12:55 pm (UTC)humming a little ditty barely under his breath. -- *raises an eyebrow and smirks* A hoedown, perhaps?
Must run off to work now, but will scurry back afterwards to finish. ^_^
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Date: 2006-10-17 03:01 pm (UTC)–adjective
1. bewildered or confused.
2. lost in thought; preoccupied.
i don't know, since the next few paragraphs go on to have ryan's personal reflections, i'd think one could smile when they are lost in thought.......but, i can't speak for sue.....maybe that's not what she was going for.
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Date: 2006-10-17 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-17 02:52 pm (UTC)Loving the fact that i want to read the next part even tho its not yet written.
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Date: 2006-10-17 07:39 pm (UTC)Jesus Christ, that was hot. I'm going to be over here being incoherent for a while.
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Date: 2006-10-17 08:08 pm (UTC)Okay. I'm out of breath now. *tries to recover*
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Date: 2006-10-17 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-18 02:00 am (UTC)But usually it's pure HOT and that is always a good thing! ^_^
I'm sorry so many things happened to you in such a short span of time. I hope you're doing better, and wish I could help in some way. {{hugs}}
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Date: 2006-10-18 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-18 10:40 pm (UTC)Always glad to help! ^_^
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Date: 2006-10-18 02:01 am (UTC)/pickiness
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Date: 2006-10-19 12:18 am (UTC)When darkness fall
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Date: 2008-09-03 09:19 pm (UTC)Colin in a can. Fantastic.
And the part about fear and arousal being intertwined in his mind, something Ryan will have to explore later? To quote any character from all NC-17 WL fic: "Please, god, yes!"
I love this story of yours - this damn English homework can wait!