Ry/Col - Love Like Semtex [2/2]

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Title: Love Like Semtex {2/2}
Author: Rosey
Part: 2/2
Summary: It's Ryan's birthday!
Pairing(s): Ry/Col
Rating: NC-17!!!
Author's notes: Mmmk, so I just finished this and so it's currently raw. Probably has a million and one spelling mistakes in it that I'm trusting you people to pick out for me. :P
Hopefully none of them will result in a laughing-fit-of-death for Cae. (:
Disclaimer: It's not lying, it's a gift for fiction
Previous part can be found here! :D

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There was no response from the older man lying bound but thankfully not gagged, on the bed as Ryan practically jumped on to the mattress, feeling it dip under his weight. “Colin, Col, c’mon you have to wake up.” Ryan’s voice was slightly hysterical, fingers grabbing the edges of the red silk blindfold covering the older man’s eyes and pulling it upwards, resting it on Colin’s forehead and exposing the closed eyes of his best friend.

“Oh shit. Fuck. Col, c’mon, please wake up. You look dead, man.” Fingers trailed down his jaw line to the pulse point in his neck, pressing lightly against the skin until he found the steady heartbeat. Ryan felt some of the extra tension drain out of his shoulders at the feel of the mild thrum of the blood pulsing underneath his fingertips. He wasn’t dead. That had to be a good sign.

Removing his fingers from Colin’s neck he gently batted the other man’s cheek, in a futile fashion before removing himself from the mattress, still panicking. In hindsight, if he’d been just that little bit calmer, he would have been watching where he was putting his feet. As it was, he lost his balance, hung slightly in that moment of imbalance – arms flailing wildly in an attempting to keep himself upright – before practically face-planting the floor, making a hell of noise.

“Ow, fucking, ow.” Ryan grunted in pain, digging the pointy object out from his stomach before extricating himself from the mess. Picking himself up from the floor while simultaneously trying to keep a hold of his towel was proving an effort to say the least. One which completely vanished from his mind when he heard the immensely confused voice from behind him, spinning around and searching out Colin’s eyes.

“Ryan?”

“Col…” He breathed softly, crossing the short space between him and the bed in one stride, and sinking back on to the mattress.

“Ryan? Wha-” Colin tried again, trying to sit up. Being tied firmly down to the bed tends to prevent one from doing that however. “Why am I tied to the bed?” He looked down at his body. “Scratch that, I have a better one. Why am I tied naked to the bed? Your bed, no less.”

Ryan let out a hysterical laugh, almost as if he couldn’t decide whether the situation was funny or if he really just wanted to cry. “I suppose I could ask you the exact. Same. Thing. I don’t know. I really don’t know. But I suspect a lot of things. People too.”

“I just remember falling asleep in my dressing room. Where you there?”

“There? No, I was in my trailer the whole time. But I got a note from Jeff from you about wanting to meet me for a drink.”

Colin’s expression is blank.

“Which, judging from your complete lack of reaction, you didn’t write.”

His eyes dropped down to eye Colin’s chest. Colin followed the look to the writing on his chest, twisting his head this way and that as he read the message inscribed there. “Happy Birthday Ryan? And a bow?”

”I think this is someone’s idea of a very cruel joke.” Ryan’s hands toyed nervously with the bottom of the silk tied around Colin’s waist, incredibly thankful he still had the towel knotted about his waist.

“Ryan? I don’t mean to intrude upon your thoughts but would you mind untying me? I’m starting to go numb.” As if to prove his point, his wrists flexed within the grasp of the duct tape.

”Col…” Ryan’s voice was soft as he looked up, catching the man’s eyes. The intensity of the gaze and sudden change in the man before him made Colin feel like he was floundering out of his depth, breath hitching slightly. “Close your eyes.”

”W-what?” Colin choked on the breath.

”Close your eyes. I promise. I’m not going to hurt you.”

”Ryan…”

”Do you trust me?”

“What? How can you ask something like that at a time like this? Of course I do! You couldn’t ever-”

Ryan had leant forward; lips effectively swallowing the rest of the protest Colin was hurriedly trying to get out. “Colin, just be quiet.” He murmured softly against the older man’s lips, hands reaching over Colin’s head to gently tug the blindfold down once more cutting off Colin’s vision.

“Ryan!” Colin’s voice was panicked even as he felt the light kisses peppering his cheeks, the complete shutdown of not only one but two of his senses heightening the feel of the others, feeling the weight of Ryan press down on his thighs.

“Col. Calm down, Col. I promised I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Just … feel it, okay?” Hands ghosted down his side as Ryan spoke, eliciting a shiver, body jerking upwards slightly. “Please don’t tell me I’m wrong Col.”

Wrong? About what?

Something hot moved across his chest, swiping in a downwards motion before it was gone, only briefly, returning this time to lick across-ways, appreciative noises making themselves known in the form of little whimpers from the back of his throat. Dimly he managed to follow the trail of Ryan’s tongue. H. The irony wasn't lost on him.

“Ryan. Ryan, wait.” Had Colin always sounded like that? Voice raw and scratchy even as he tugged futilely at his bonds, trying to get Ryan to pause. When the tongue didn’t, continuing in on the a Colin couldn’t think anymore, letting of a soft gasp and letting the words spill out of his mouth.

”Isn’t it customary to unwrap your present before you play with it?”

The tongue paused, halting in its tracks before removing itself from Colin’s chest, which had Colin arching up slightly to try and keep the contact, a soft whine the only thing bemoaning the loss.

”You’re right, Col. I almost forgot.” There was a note of dry amusement in the husky tone Ryan’s voice had become, hands stealing down Colin’s abdomen, grasping the ends of the silk firmly within his grasp and pulling. Colin couldn’t help the surprised gasp as the silk slid smoothly across his skin, before being pulled away, Ryan’s hands digging in to Colin’s hips as he leant forward again – just because he couldn’t see it doesn’t mean he couldn’t sense things – laying butterfly kisses along Colin’s stomach. “That good now?”

”Nnngh, god Ryan, please.” Colin replied, twisting up against the feel of Ryan’s mouth.

“I haven’t finished yet, stop being so impatient.”

Then his tongue was back on Colin’s torso, circling the letters with such a possession that spelt it out plainly to anyone with half a brain that not only was he Ryan’s present, but that he belonged fully to the man who was currently licking chocolate off of his rib cage, the wet glide of the tongue imprinting Ryan’s name fully into Colin’s chest. That, more then anything else got him hard so fast it was a surprise he wasn’t breaking land speed records.

“Jesus Col.” Ryan murmured appreciatively from a spot somewhere near Colin’s ear. Instinctively, Colin turned his head toward the sound even as he felt the faint flush creep up his cheeks. He whimpered slightly as he tried the restraints again, getting nowhere and irritated at around the same speed – fast.

“Ryan. Ryan please.”

Hands skimmed down over his abdomen as Ryan licked at the corner of Colin’s mouth, not in the least surprised when Colin tilted his head and caught his lips. Even when he was blindfolded Ryan knew Colin had the most amazing sense of direction. Sucking Colin’s bottom lip into his mouth he began an exploration of the wet heat presented to him with his tongue, mapping out every corner of that cavity with extreme care.

His hands slipped lower, extricating a soft moan when one huge paw wrapped around Colin’s cock, sliding in a teasingly light manner up and down the shaft. Colin moaned, the pressure too light, canting his hips up into that grip to try and get some friction.

Ryan’s mouth was detached itself from his, planting wet, open-mouth kisses along Colin’s jaw and down his throat before sinking his teeth into the alluring patch of flesh that joined Colin’s neck and shoulder.

Mouth free to talk, Colin started to babble loudly, a string of incoherent words and pleas that fell upon deaf ears as Ryan kept his touches teasing, too feathery to grant any sort of alleviation. The dual combination of the imperceptible touches and teeth leaving a string of hickeys along his collarbone was slowly driving Colin to the brink of insanity. The fact that he couldn’t even see it just fuelling his frustration.

“God fucking hell Ryan, you’re going to kill me.”

”You know, you have the filthiest, bluntest mouth I’ve ever heard in bed. It’s a change from your usual subtlety.” Ryan’s voice was unruffled but there was a blunt rawness in his voice that made Colin shudder.

There was a shift and the reassuring heaviness of Ryan sitting on his thighs disappeared, only to resurface several moments later when he felt hands nudging his legs apart. He complied easily, legs sprawling to either side of the weight that had manoeuvred in between them.

Fingers skimmed along the inside of Colin’s thighs, the muscles spasming from the light touches, his nerves sent in to overload. There’s a voice, Ryan’s, murmuring soft comfort in his ear but he can’t hear it, he’s just too far gone. Or at least, he thinks he is until he feels the finger press inside him, not forcing, just testing the pressure but it still burns in it’s own way and Colin jerks involuntarily.

”Shh, shh, Col it’s okay, it’s okay. You have to relax. Relax for me, c’mon, I know you can.” Words spoken directly in to his ear, sending a shiver racing down his spine.

Gradually he feels his muscles relaxing against the intrusion and Ryan slips that further inside, up to the knuckle and pausing for a moment to allow Colin to come to terms with the position. Gradually he slips it back out before pressing in once again, building up a steady movement before a second joined the first, scissoring him. Rather abruptly one of the fingers grazed against his prostate making Colin arch off the bed, coming back down panting.

“Ry… Oh god Ryan fucking do that again…”

“What?” Ryan asked innocently, “This?” curling his fingers he brushed Colin’s prostate again, then once more for good measure, leaning down to tongue the slit of Colin’s cock, removing the gathering precome.

“C’mon baby, hang on for just a little bit.”

Three fingers now, Colin could feel them, moving in and out, even though he cannot see it. He whimpered, a short pained sound to indicate how unhappy he was about having his sight cut off. Ryan mistook it for a cry to stop and promptly halted, but didn’t withdraw.

“Colin, if it’s hurting…”

”NO. No. Ryan. No. Keep going. Please.”

“If you say so…” Ryan’s voice was dubious, if slightly doubting of Colin’s vehemence at stopping, fingers working again but slower, taking care to slide against the bundle of nerves, if just to give Colin a slight shock as the pleasure jolted through his body.

Removing the fingers, Ryan managed a hold on Colin’s hips, positioning himself at the entrance and sliding in, an inch at a time, pausing often to fuss over Colin to make sure he was all right.

Finally, buried inside that tight heat, Ryan allowed himself a moan. Colin shuddered, pressing down against that pressure as much as the bonds would allow. “Goddammit Ryan. Move.” He hissed, squirming around impatiently.

”Alright, alright. Have your horses, better hold ‘em.” Ryan managed breathlessly, pulling out of the heat and slamming back in. Pacing out steady movement, Ryan watched Colin’s face even as he panted, keeping a watch for any signs of immediate discomfort. None were painfully obvious, and if the little broken off whimpers, full out groans and the endless litany of “Ryan, Ryan… Ry, oh fuck, shit, fuck me, harder, please,” were any sort of indication, Ryan must’ve been doing something right.

Just knowing how well they knew each other’s bodies, even though they’d never quite taken this step before. Just knowing they could map out little hot spots, and kinks either of them had (who knew that Ryan was a sucker for a whimpering Colin?) was enough to make Ryan lose it. His hips moved of their own accord, slamming inside Colin as they both hurtled towards orgasm.

Colin came first, crying out Ryan’s name, fingers flexing uselessly within the hold of the duct tape as he orgasmed, coating their abdomens with sticky come. Ryan came almost as soon as the muscles around him clenched down, feeling the first splash of Colin’s release on his skin, returning Colin’s gesture and shouting Colin’s name as he bent his head down and emptied his cock in hot bursts inside Colin. Folding over on himself and landing on top of him.

“Ryan?” Colin’s voice was tentative and unsure as he questioned the man currently lying facedown on Colin’s stomach.

“Mmph hm mm?” Came the response, the vibrations causing Colin to squirm in a quickly aborted attempt to get away, voice coming out more steadily.

“I’m all for bathing in the euphoric afterglow, but I can no longer feel my hands. Would you mind?”

“Man, I just had a shower.” Ryan complained breathlessly as he hauled himself back into a sitting position, gently removing himself from Colin as his fingers worked numbly on the restraints around Colin’s wrists, the dull ripping of tape filling the air until Colin could bring both hands down. Peeling off the blindfold before he massaged his wrists tenderly, even as Ryan turned around to start on the bonds around his feet. Colin watched him work in silence, taking in the debauched state of the man with a kind of reverence.

When it was all said and done, they were lying down, Colin wrapped up completely in Ryan’s arms, the tongue mark proclaiming him as Ryan’s still burning against his skin. Ryan was muttering about a wasted cleansing as he settled, nuzzling the top of Colin’s head with his nose.

Colin wasn’t about to complain about Ryan’s smell content to lie in their recently created paradise.

That was the price of this gift.

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When Ryan woke in the morning he was curled around someone else’s body, arm curled tight around the person’s waist, the man’s head tucked under his chin.

As the sleep cleared from his mind, the memories seeped back in, one small step at a time, steadily wilder until Ryan had to start thinking of every ugly thing he knew in the book to will off a morning erection.

And it would be so much damn easier if it weren’t for the hand rubbing tenderly insistent circles along his inner thigh, getting gradually higher and higher until Ryan was forced to move, flinging his weight atop the man and pinning him to the mattress.

”Good morning Mr Mochrie.” He greeted the other man softly, eyes predatory as they observed the mischievousness in Colin’s expression. “Anything planned today?”

”Not unless if involves you, no.”

“Then we have time for this.” His mouth swooped down and claimed Colin’s in a desperate kiss, tongue invading the space so recently asserted as his. The morning proceeded with a lot of kissing, nibbling and, in all, a wealth of expended effort.

How odd that neither of them noticed the note Greg had propped up on the bedside table.

You so owe me bitch. Love and kisses, Proops.