Ryan's Books
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Ryan's Books
Author: Corliamat
Chapter: 8b/? - This was supposed to have been typed up last night, but i got a tad drunk.
Summary: The shit is about to hit the fan.
Pairing(s): Leading to Ry/Col and Greg/Jeff; Drew/Chip.
Rating: R maybe, for the violence.
Author's notes: Please read preface for outline etc. Completely AU, as in totally 100%
Disclaimer: I own naff all and make no presumptions. This is pure fiction.
Warnings: There be some nudity and violence ahead.
Additional: For the few still reading this.....Please don't kill me when you get to the end of this part.
A hot shower, Ryan decided, was probably very nearly his favourite thing in the entire world.
He tilted his head back, relishing in the soothing sensation of the hot water running down his throat and over his smooth, defined chest.
After dutifully supplying Colin with a pair of black designer pants, he'd been ushered out of the room by Greg.
Ryan had helpfully offered to stay and watch...assist Colin with getting changed, only to be graced with "the look" and forcibly removed.
'Shame' he thought, grabbing the shower gel and lathering up his chest and stomach.
A few edible visuals ran through his mind, his hand unconsciously drifting lower as he imagined what Colin would look like naked.
'I know he has chest hair' Ryan mused, rubbing a circular, soapy pattern onto his stomach, the tips of his long fingers brushing lightly against the small thatch of hair below his belly, 'and those endless legs...'
The thought trailed off, Ryan's large hands moving to soap up his buttocks, lifting his own long limbs to trail soap down his thighs and calves.
The warm sensation spreading through his groin brought reality crashing back and Ryan looked apologetically down at his rapidly stiffening cock.
"Later," he promised. There wasn't the time for that now.
Ryan sighed heavily, dipping his head down and leaning his hands on the tiled wall, letting the water run freely over his shoulders and down his back.
He was sure there was a look of longing in Colin's eyes when he left earlier, so much so that he almost insisted on staying.
He shook his head slightly; 'gotta put a stop to that train of thought right now, or I'll never get out of the shower.'
His knuckles were almost as white as the tiles when he pushed against them, stretching his back and calf muscles.
"God I want him."
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Colin was fairing no better, buttoning up the dark red shirt Greg had loaned him and staring at his reflection in the bedroom mirror.
'I have to quit thinking about him, this is getting me nowhere.'
A memory of Alan's voice rang through his head, one of the many insults hurled at him during their series of arguments.
'Who the hell else would have you?!'
Colin sighed, gingerly smoothing back the few stray hairs on the top of his head.
"Enough," he growled, frustrated and turned away from the mirror to continue dressing.
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"They're heeeeeeeeere," Greg sang, peeking through the lounge curtains as two cars pulled up.
"I guess it can't be that bad if there's only two," Ryan muttered, looking over his friend's shoulder.
"Where's Colin?"
"I'm here."
Both men turned as Colin came through, desperately looking for somewhere to stub out his cigarette.
"Well don't you look nice," Greg grinned, elbowing his openly-gaping housemate.
"Thank you," Colin blushed, "You too."
"Meh," Greg shrugged, absently smoothing down his midnight-blue shirt.
"Seriously, it kinda hi-lights your eyes. "
"Why thank you Colin. I'll go let the hoardes in."
"You do look good," Ryan smiled, slipping an arm round Colin's shoulders, the silk of the shirt moving under his fingertips.
Colin's heart sped up rapidly at the contact, causing him to catch his breath; Ryan's warmth and scent momentarily overwhelmed him and he desperately just wanted to get lost in the sensation, in the feeling of safety that always accompanied Ryan's touches.
"You.." the older man began, breaking the contact and turning to face the taller man. "You look..." Colin's gaze swept briefly down the lean body, swathed in a loose green shirt and khaki pants, before returning to meet those sparkling forest eyes he so often fell to in his dreams.
"You look really...Really...
Greg waved at everyone from the open door, turning to glance into the lounge.
'Oh crap!'
Ryan and Colin were slowly leaning towards each other, both lost in the moment.
'Oh God they're gonna kiss' Greg's mind shrieked.
He looked out of the door again, Drew and Alan were strolling up the path, chatting and laughing.
'I'm so so sorry Ry'...."Hey Guys!" he called through loudly, startling the two who blinked at each other and moved away in embarrassment.
"Greg!" Drew called merrily, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
"Hey Drew, come on in...Alan," Greg nodded, gracing the other man with no more acknowledgement.
He led Drew through to the kitchen, guilt still tickling the back of his mind.
"Oh, you have two tables," the portly man frowned, depositing a case of beer down on the larger one.
"Hmmm? Oh, that's the coffee table. Ryan was having a panic attack about it getting broken so he moved it here. We made room in the lounge for the..er...dancers."
"Oh that's right! I'll go get them."
Drew bustled out, Greg following as far as the door then heading for the living room.
"So where's the sweater I packed for you?"
"Um..." Colin looked at his glaring lover.
"It was shite Alan so we chucked it away," Greg shrugged, sending Ryan an apologetic look for earlier.
"I went out and bought that specially," Alan pouted.
"Which just about sums you up doesn't it," Ryan huffed, moving to help Jeff who was struggling through the door under the weight of two boxes.
"What on earth is in this?" the taller man grunted, retrieving the heavy top box.
"Oh thank you! I think there's alcohol in that one. No idea what's in mine, Drew just handed them to me and pointed me in this direction."
"Jeff!" Greg smiled, grabbing the remaining box.
"Oh hey," the young man beamed, eyeing Greg appreciatively. "Nice shirt, really brings out your eyes."
Greg looked over his shoulder to a smug-looking Colin,"So I'm told."
"Colin!" Jeff enthused, pushing Greg towards the kitchen and kissing his friend. "You look adorable."
"Why don't you ever kiss me like that?" Alan frowned from behind his lover.
"Well, because....You know...'eww'" Jeff shuddered, grabbing Colin's hand and dragging him off to join the others.
"Drew, exactly how much alcohol do you think we're gonna need?" Ryan groused, wondering if his kitchen table would cope under the weight.
"Sorry," Drew grinned, setting down another two boxes. "A lot of it's for the club, I didn't want to leave it in the car."
"I'm surprised the car made it."
"Drew, where do you want these?" Chip called, pointing to five overly-muscled young men in white wife-beaters and jeans.
"Damn!" Colin breathed, his wide eyes scanning the group.
"I'll see your 'damn' and raise you a 'hell yeah'," Jeff sighed.
"If you two are quite finished!"
The pair reluctantly tore their gaze from the strippers, to be confronted by twin glares from Greg and Ryan, accompanied by an angry-looking Alan.
"We're done," Jeff smiled sweetly.
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A little while later, the strippers had been allocated the spare room to change in and most of the group had settled in the living room, Chip and Wayne attempting to adjust the equalizer on the sound system while Ryan hovered worriedly.
Colin had volunteered to fetch the drinks, desperately needing some breathing and thinking space.
'I very nearly kissed my boss...Oh shit!' was the almost constant mantra running through his head.
'What the hell was I thinking?! Obviously I wasn't thinking or I'd never have....I very nearly kissed my boss...Oh shit! Shitshitshit!'
But Ryan had smelled so nice, and he was so warm and handsome and he was holding Colin so tenderly...'Shitshitshit!'
It didn't even occur to Colin's panic-stricken mind that Ryan had been about to kiss him too. All he seemed able to focus on was the fact that he'd come a hair's breadth away from losing his job.
"Idiot," he muttered
"Who's an idiot?"
Colin glanced up,as Alan wandered in. "No one. Here take these would you?"
Alan smiled, putting down the bottles Colin had handed him and gathering the other man into his arms.
"In a minute, I need some loving."
"Alan, not now," Colin pleaded, struggling to get free as his lover tightened the grip around him.
"Yes now! I haven't seen you all day," Alan groused, cupping the back of Colin's head and crushing their lips together.
"Alanmmph...No, stop it!"
Colin shoved the other man hard in the chest, sending Alan stumbling backwards.
"I said no!" he growled, wiping his mouth.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Alan stormed, "what, I can't even get a kiss from my own boyfriend now?"
"I'm not in the mood okay? Just leave it."
"You're never in the mood these days!"
"Well I'm sorry, but if you're not throwing insults at me you're whining at me or complaining! It doesn't exactly get me hot and heavy you know!"
"Try doing as you're told for once and I'd have nothing to complain about!" Alan raged, stepping closer.
"Oh fuck you Alan! I'm not your lap dog! I'm trying to make a life for myself here!"
"A life without me? Huh? Is that what you're doing?!"
Alan had moved even closer and was now virtually in Colin's face.
"If you carry on like this then yes," Colin replied softly, backing away as far as the sink unit would let him.
Alan turned his face away for a few seconds, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes.
"Look," Colin sighed, dropping his head a little in resignation, "can we not do this right now? Let's just..."
He got no further as Alan forcibly back-handed him across the face, knocking the older man sideways.
The only thing that stopped Colin crashing to the floor was the kitchen table breaking his fall.
"You're right, we'll talk later," Alan said calmly, grabbing the bottles Colin had given him earlier and leaving the room.
"Jesus," Colin blinked, staring in shock at the blood that had dripped from his split lip and begun to pool on the table.
His shaking body gave way and he crumpled to his knees, holding the edge of the table for support.
He was still there when Ryan came in a few minutes later.
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Author: Corliamat
Chapter: 8b/? - This was supposed to have been typed up last night, but i got a tad drunk.
Summary: The shit is about to hit the fan.
Pairing(s): Leading to Ry/Col and Greg/Jeff; Drew/Chip.
Rating: R maybe, for the violence.
Author's notes: Please read preface for outline etc. Completely AU, as in totally 100%
Disclaimer: I own naff all and make no presumptions. This is pure fiction.
Warnings: There be some nudity and violence ahead.
Additional: For the few still reading this.....Please don't kill me when you get to the end of this part.
A hot shower, Ryan decided, was probably very nearly his favourite thing in the entire world.
He tilted his head back, relishing in the soothing sensation of the hot water running down his throat and over his smooth, defined chest.
After dutifully supplying Colin with a pair of black designer pants, he'd been ushered out of the room by Greg.
Ryan had helpfully offered to stay and watch...assist Colin with getting changed, only to be graced with "the look" and forcibly removed.
'Shame' he thought, grabbing the shower gel and lathering up his chest and stomach.
A few edible visuals ran through his mind, his hand unconsciously drifting lower as he imagined what Colin would look like naked.
'I know he has chest hair' Ryan mused, rubbing a circular, soapy pattern onto his stomach, the tips of his long fingers brushing lightly against the small thatch of hair below his belly, 'and those endless legs...'
The thought trailed off, Ryan's large hands moving to soap up his buttocks, lifting his own long limbs to trail soap down his thighs and calves.
The warm sensation spreading through his groin brought reality crashing back and Ryan looked apologetically down at his rapidly stiffening cock.
"Later," he promised. There wasn't the time for that now.
Ryan sighed heavily, dipping his head down and leaning his hands on the tiled wall, letting the water run freely over his shoulders and down his back.
He was sure there was a look of longing in Colin's eyes when he left earlier, so much so that he almost insisted on staying.
He shook his head slightly; 'gotta put a stop to that train of thought right now, or I'll never get out of the shower.'
His knuckles were almost as white as the tiles when he pushed against them, stretching his back and calf muscles.
"God I want him."
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Colin was fairing no better, buttoning up the dark red shirt Greg had loaned him and staring at his reflection in the bedroom mirror.
'I have to quit thinking about him, this is getting me nowhere.'
A memory of Alan's voice rang through his head, one of the many insults hurled at him during their series of arguments.
'Who the hell else would have you?!'
Colin sighed, gingerly smoothing back the few stray hairs on the top of his head.
"Enough," he growled, frustrated and turned away from the mirror to continue dressing.
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"They're heeeeeeeeere," Greg sang, peeking through the lounge curtains as two cars pulled up.
"I guess it can't be that bad if there's only two," Ryan muttered, looking over his friend's shoulder.
"Where's Colin?"
"I'm here."
Both men turned as Colin came through, desperately looking for somewhere to stub out his cigarette.
"Well don't you look nice," Greg grinned, elbowing his openly-gaping housemate.
"Thank you," Colin blushed, "You too."
"Meh," Greg shrugged, absently smoothing down his midnight-blue shirt.
"Seriously, it kinda hi-lights your eyes. "
"Why thank you Colin. I'll go let the hoardes in."
"You do look good," Ryan smiled, slipping an arm round Colin's shoulders, the silk of the shirt moving under his fingertips.
Colin's heart sped up rapidly at the contact, causing him to catch his breath; Ryan's warmth and scent momentarily overwhelmed him and he desperately just wanted to get lost in the sensation, in the feeling of safety that always accompanied Ryan's touches.
"You.." the older man began, breaking the contact and turning to face the taller man. "You look..." Colin's gaze swept briefly down the lean body, swathed in a loose green shirt and khaki pants, before returning to meet those sparkling forest eyes he so often fell to in his dreams.
"You look really...Really...
Greg waved at everyone from the open door, turning to glance into the lounge.
'Oh crap!'
Ryan and Colin were slowly leaning towards each other, both lost in the moment.
'Oh God they're gonna kiss' Greg's mind shrieked.
He looked out of the door again, Drew and Alan were strolling up the path, chatting and laughing.
'I'm so so sorry Ry'...."Hey Guys!" he called through loudly, startling the two who blinked at each other and moved away in embarrassment.
"Greg!" Drew called merrily, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
"Hey Drew, come on in...Alan," Greg nodded, gracing the other man with no more acknowledgement.
He led Drew through to the kitchen, guilt still tickling the back of his mind.
"Oh, you have two tables," the portly man frowned, depositing a case of beer down on the larger one.
"Hmmm? Oh, that's the coffee table. Ryan was having a panic attack about it getting broken so he moved it here. We made room in the lounge for the..er...dancers."
"Oh that's right! I'll go get them."
Drew bustled out, Greg following as far as the door then heading for the living room.
"So where's the sweater I packed for you?"
"Um..." Colin looked at his glaring lover.
"It was shite Alan so we chucked it away," Greg shrugged, sending Ryan an apologetic look for earlier.
"I went out and bought that specially," Alan pouted.
"Which just about sums you up doesn't it," Ryan huffed, moving to help Jeff who was struggling through the door under the weight of two boxes.
"What on earth is in this?" the taller man grunted, retrieving the heavy top box.
"Oh thank you! I think there's alcohol in that one. No idea what's in mine, Drew just handed them to me and pointed me in this direction."
"Jeff!" Greg smiled, grabbing the remaining box.
"Oh hey," the young man beamed, eyeing Greg appreciatively. "Nice shirt, really brings out your eyes."
Greg looked over his shoulder to a smug-looking Colin,"So I'm told."
"Colin!" Jeff enthused, pushing Greg towards the kitchen and kissing his friend. "You look adorable."
"Why don't you ever kiss me like that?" Alan frowned from behind his lover.
"Well, because....You know...'eww'" Jeff shuddered, grabbing Colin's hand and dragging him off to join the others.
"Drew, exactly how much alcohol do you think we're gonna need?" Ryan groused, wondering if his kitchen table would cope under the weight.
"Sorry," Drew grinned, setting down another two boxes. "A lot of it's for the club, I didn't want to leave it in the car."
"I'm surprised the car made it."
"Drew, where do you want these?" Chip called, pointing to five overly-muscled young men in white wife-beaters and jeans.
"Damn!" Colin breathed, his wide eyes scanning the group.
"I'll see your 'damn' and raise you a 'hell yeah'," Jeff sighed.
"If you two are quite finished!"
The pair reluctantly tore their gaze from the strippers, to be confronted by twin glares from Greg and Ryan, accompanied by an angry-looking Alan.
"We're done," Jeff smiled sweetly.
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A little while later, the strippers had been allocated the spare room to change in and most of the group had settled in the living room, Chip and Wayne attempting to adjust the equalizer on the sound system while Ryan hovered worriedly.
Colin had volunteered to fetch the drinks, desperately needing some breathing and thinking space.
'I very nearly kissed my boss...Oh shit!' was the almost constant mantra running through his head.
'What the hell was I thinking?! Obviously I wasn't thinking or I'd never have....I very nearly kissed my boss...Oh shit! Shitshitshit!'
But Ryan had smelled so nice, and he was so warm and handsome and he was holding Colin so tenderly...'Shitshitshit!'
It didn't even occur to Colin's panic-stricken mind that Ryan had been about to kiss him too. All he seemed able to focus on was the fact that he'd come a hair's breadth away from losing his job.
"Idiot," he muttered
"Who's an idiot?"
Colin glanced up,as Alan wandered in. "No one. Here take these would you?"
Alan smiled, putting down the bottles Colin had handed him and gathering the other man into his arms.
"In a minute, I need some loving."
"Alan, not now," Colin pleaded, struggling to get free as his lover tightened the grip around him.
"Yes now! I haven't seen you all day," Alan groused, cupping the back of Colin's head and crushing their lips together.
"Alanmmph...No, stop it!"
Colin shoved the other man hard in the chest, sending Alan stumbling backwards.
"I said no!" he growled, wiping his mouth.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Alan stormed, "what, I can't even get a kiss from my own boyfriend now?"
"I'm not in the mood okay? Just leave it."
"You're never in the mood these days!"
"Well I'm sorry, but if you're not throwing insults at me you're whining at me or complaining! It doesn't exactly get me hot and heavy you know!"
"Try doing as you're told for once and I'd have nothing to complain about!" Alan raged, stepping closer.
"Oh fuck you Alan! I'm not your lap dog! I'm trying to make a life for myself here!"
"A life without me? Huh? Is that what you're doing?!"
Alan had moved even closer and was now virtually in Colin's face.
"If you carry on like this then yes," Colin replied softly, backing away as far as the sink unit would let him.
Alan turned his face away for a few seconds, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes.
"Look," Colin sighed, dropping his head a little in resignation, "can we not do this right now? Let's just..."
He got no further as Alan forcibly back-handed him across the face, knocking the older man sideways.
The only thing that stopped Colin crashing to the floor was the kitchen table breaking his fall.
"You're right, we'll talk later," Alan said calmly, grabbing the bottles Colin had given him earlier and leaving the room.
"Jesus," Colin blinked, staring in shock at the blood that had dripped from his split lip and begun to pool on the table.
His shaking body gave way and he crumpled to his knees, holding the edge of the table for support.
He was still there when Ryan came in a few minutes later.
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Date: 2006-12-09 04:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-09 04:53 pm (UTC)Anyhoo, thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2006-12-09 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-09 06:19 pm (UTC)Glad you're liking Jeff, I wasn't overly sure his characterization would go over too well with ppl :)
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Date: 2006-12-09 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-09 05:46 pm (UTC)They nearly kissed. omg. But Greg had to stop them... *sighs* Colin has to get more self confident... poor guy. But what can you expect when his boyfriend (hopefully soon to be ex-boyfriend) treats him like that.
Which brings me to Alan! Ohhh, if I'd get the chance to, I'd.... *ggr* Well, you get what I mean. Bad man. Hate him.
"I'm surprised the car made it." This made me giggle so much. ^_^
"Meh" Greg shrugged, absently smoothing down his midnight-blue shirt.
"Seriously, it kinda hi-lights your eyes. " This is SO true! Omg, I love this shirt of Greg!! It's my favorite!
Hopefully Alan gets beaten up in the next part..... keep up. =)
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Date: 2006-12-09 06:20 pm (UTC)Alan will get his lol
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Date: 2006-12-09 08:00 pm (UTC)Of course, 'fresh of breath air' being my absolute favourite :D
And don't worry, Alan will get his, thos i don't think anyone's gonna shove a bear up him, that'd come under the title of 'animal cruelty' lol
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Date: 2006-12-09 08:13 pm (UTC)Colin getting hit actually made me teary eyed. Fix it, Ryan! *sobs*
OK, the Ryan shower scene? SO hot.
"Well, because....you know...'eww'" Jeff shuddered
Ha ha ha!!! I love Jeff.
Hate Alan, though. ***takes hedgeclippers to Alan's balls***
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Date: 2006-12-10 01:37 am (UTC)I wrote the shower scene for you as a pressie for the great drabbles. Even tho i'm crap at shower scenes lol.
And Ryan'll fix it :)
***takes hedgeclippers to Alan's balls***
*snort*
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Date: 2006-12-10 03:41 pm (UTC)For moi?! Thank you!! How did you KNOW? And it's just the right size too!!! :-)
Even tho i'm crap at shower scenes lol.
Oh no. No you're not. ***fans self***
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Date: 2006-12-10 01:39 am (UTC)AU doesn't seem awfully popular in this fandom so i'm glad people are actually reading it lol.
Ryan will dish out a serious ass-kicking or two lol
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Date: 2006-12-09 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-10 05:18 am (UTC)Jeff is so cute...^-^
Poor Colin. Ryan's going to kick Alan's ass, right? And then Ryan and Colin can make with the kisses..^^ *looks hopeful*
Can't wait for the next part..^-^
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Date: 2006-12-10 03:31 pm (UTC)Haha! Tho i don't think Alan's *place* is very special lol.
Some kicking of Alan's big hairy butt is definitely on the cards :)
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Date: 2006-12-11 11:41 pm (UTC)I'm somewhere in the middle now, and I realized I hadn't commented on anything in a while, but it's only because I'm so totally caught up in it right now. Seriously, I'm, like, bouncing on the edge of my seat and biting my nails worrying about what's going to happen.
Oh, I adore how Colin's standing up to Alan, even if he got slapped for his trouble. *grins evilly* Now let's just hope Ryan is up to some ass kicking...
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Date: 2006-12-12 01:32 am (UTC)Mwaha!
He's gonna be horny seeing as it'll be a while before he gets any.
Sorry Ryan :(
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