FIC: all i ever wanted

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Thank you to my BETA the one and only Molly (who beta'd about 3 chapters of it) and thank you to Kathleen and Rosalyn who read it over for me :)
Title:All I Ever Wanted
Pairings:Ryan/Greg and Colin/Brad
Chapter: 6
Rating:15
Author: MEEEE ^_^
Disclaimer:No, it never happened, and no, I don't own them.
Notes:Thanks to everyone who's read it :)

Chapter 6
“Lidooooooooooooo! Woah oh oh oooooh woah oh!”
Ryan pulled Greg closer, spinning him round. His loud drunken voice dominated the small, packed room. Brad had taken the liberty to invite everyone he knew- and the entire Whose Line cast had turned up for the party.
“One more for the roooooaaad!” Ryan bellowed. Greg giggled drunkenly and slurred a quiet ‘shuddup’ to Ryan. Colin bounded over with a beam on his face, pushing past groups of people that were dancing and playing loud drinking games. He knocked into Josie and John kissing on his way and muttered an embarrassed sorry.
“This is an awesome party!” He shouted over the music as he reached Ryan and Greg. Ryan grinned goofily, his eyes not quite focused, and started walking towards a random group. Greg tried to wink, ended up blinking and snorting into his lager. “Ryan’s pissed!” He whispered.
Colin lowered his voice. “I think we are too,” he pointed out.
Greg’s laugh echoed around the room. “I ‘spose you’re right there,” he chuckled. “So where’s Brad? I didn’t get to speak to him earlier… everyone kinda just turned up,” he tried to explain. “I mean the party has only been going for an hour, look at it!”
Colin nodded quickly. “He’s over here,” he goofed. Thank god it was so dark in the room. He didn’t want Greg to notice his reddening cheeks.
Greg grabbed Colin’s arm for support. “Lead away,” he slurred.
“Jesus Greg, how much have you had?” Colin chuckled, slipping slightly. His head was spinning- but he liked it. The alcohol pumping through his veins was comfort.
“Quite a bit,” Greg said rather sheepishly. “And Ryan just poured it down my throat…”
“Ryan does drink a lot,” Colin laughed. “I suppose it helps him forget sometimes!”
“You make him sound like a bloody alcoholic,” Greg hiccupped.
“He’s not,” Colin said quickly, and he meant it. Ryan enjoyed a drink but he knew when enough was enough.

“BRAD!” Colin’s cry carried over to Brad. He was casually leaning against the doorframe, talking to a young woman with brown hair. A pair of tight jeans covered his skinny legs and a poofy shirt was tucked in. Sparkling white trainers blinded Greg.
“Snappy dresser,” he commented.
Colin laughed. “Brad, this is Greg. He’s rather pissed, I’m afraid.” Brad leant forward and offered his hand.
“Hey Greg.”
Greg grabbed his arm and shook it. “How d’ya do,” he mumbled.
Brad grinned revealing a goofy schoolboy look.
“I’m gunna… go find… whatshisface… Ryan…” Greg trailed off, heading in Ryan’s direction. Ryan was standing on his prized coffee table, with his shirt off, gulping at a pint of lager. Colin looked away, shaking his head and laughing.
“So Colin,” Brad started. “You’ve had one taping on Whose Line, right?”
Colin nodded. “Yeah. It wasn’t my best- I’m looking forward to taping with Ryan. In Second City we made a good pairing.”
Brad smiled. “I hope we get paired up sometime.”
Colin blushed again. “I hope we do,” he stuttered. Before he knew it, Brad had pushed him up against the door. His lips were bruising Colin’s; his hot tongue forcing it’s way into Colin’s mouth, hungry for something that it had never tasted before. Brad’s crushing force turned Colin on straight away- something different from Ryan; Brad kissed like a sure man. The kiss was strong, like Brad knew that Colin would like it. The cockiness of it all made Colin want Brad even more.
The kiss ended as suddenly as it had begun. Brad wiped his lips.
“That was different,” he commented with a shrug. “Sorry,” he added, almost guiltily. “I just felt so … attracted for a moment there- maybe I’ve had too much to dri-“
Colin closed his eyes and kissed Brad again, much more tenderly this time. His bruised lips were aching, they weren’t used to such force. Brad started to kiss him back, grabbing his arms and pulling their bodies closer and closer together. Their mouths entwined and Colin’s tongue begged entrance to Brad’s mouth. Brad obliged and Colin grabbed his chance to explore. Brad reminded Colin of Ryan- obviously talented in comedy, goofy at times, sure of himself when it came to it- hell, he even looked similar. But Brad had something that Ryan didn’t. Colin didn’t know what, but Brad was different- in a good way, Colin decided.
Brad deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue further into Colin’s mouth. His tongue was doing things that Colin hadn’t even though possible. They stood together, pressed into each other’s bodies, so tightly that Colin could feel the heat radiating of Brad. He moaned into Brad’s mouth- then gasped. Brad had replied to Colin’s moan, and Colin was shocked to feel Brad’s erection against his leg. He turned this younger, fitter man on?
“Are you ok?” Brad whispered. He bit the lobe of Colin’s ear slowly, licking it softly and kissing it. Colin moaned again, quieter this time.
“I’m fine,” he managed to stutter. He heard a bang from the other side of the room- and suddenly became acutely aware that he and Brad were kissing in the midst of their colleagues.
“Wanna take this somewhere more private?” he murmured, not quite believing the words. He would never usually suggest it- but it wasn’t the drink talking. It was lust, it was anger, it was just comfort- but then again, he really liked Brad. REALLY liked him.
Brad chuckled. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“OK. But I’m a ‘man’ virgin. I was straight until you fucked me up.” He giggled to show he was joking.
But the truth of his words rang in Colin’s ears. “I made you gay,” he whispered.
“Shut up,” Brad slurred, steering Colin out of the room and up the stairs. They came to the guest room where Greg was currently living. But Greg wouldn’t be using that bed tonight, Colin mused.
Brad pushed Colin on to the bed. He jumped next to him, and started tugging at Colin’s shirt, undoing the buttons quickly. He revealed a hairy chest and stared hungrily at it. He climbed on top of Colin, poking his tongue out delicately and licking around Colin’s navel. Colin jerked with the sudden touch. Brad started to blow a stream of air slowly around the navel, travelling down towards Colin’s trousers, before licking the path again and planting small kisses each time. He put his hands on Colin’s nipples, and then giggled slightly.
“I forgot- you don’t have boobies to play with,” he guffawed. He contented himself by tweaking Colin’s nipples gently, causing Colin to moan and jerk.
Brad smirked. He undid Colin’s belt slowly, teasingly, before throwing it over his shoulder. He pulled the trousers down, showing grey cotton boxers with a huge bulge.
“Oh my,” Brad whistled. Colin replied with a moan.
He pulled down the boxers, revealing Colin in his barest form, stripping Colin down to his most vulnerable state.
“Are you sure?” Brad whispered.
Colin looked into his eyes, willing him on.
Brad nodded and put his mouth around Colin. He started to play around, using his teeth, his tongue, his hands- he was new to this, but he had been on the receiving end before. He knew how it should be done.
He allowed Colin to start thrusting. Colin moved his hips up and down steadily, each thrust bigger than the last, each thrust bringing huge amounts of pleasure. Brad started to tickle Colin’s groin, causing Colin to start shuddering. He pushed his still clothed body up against Colin, pushing him over the edge. Colin fell limp, before pulling Brad up to his mouth and kissing him. Kissing him so deep, so meaningfully, that Brad actually started to melt into Colin’s arms.
Colin dragged himself up and ripped Brad’s shirt off, throwing it on the floor. His jeans and trainers quickly followed, not long joined by a pair of red briefs.
“Sexy,” remarked Colin.
And then Brad lay there just like Colin had, vulnerable but not scared at all. As Colin first began to touch Brad, kissing him softly on his neck, Brad knew he was almost at orgasm- Colin didn’t even need to touch him anywhere else.
But Colin was having none of that.
He ran his fingers down Brad’s body, enjoying the shivers and the moans. He longed to make Brad whimper beneath him. He clambered on top and kissed Brad whilst his hand finished the job. Brad moaned into Colin’s mouth over and over, shuddering and shaking, but Colin held him until he had finished. He rolled off Brad’s sweaty body, panting.
*
“Shit,” cursed Ryan. He had fallen off the table and landed with quite a thud.
“You alright, darling,” Greg slurred. He offered a hand. Ryan grabbed it and Greg fell down onto the floor next to Ryan.
“Oops,” he giggled, rolling over and throwing his arms around Ryan’s lanky frame. Ryan laughed deeply.
“What shit is on the radio now?” He wondered aloud as a slow song started playing.
“If you’re not the one, then why does my soul feel glad, today?” The words echoed around the room. Ryan turned over so he was facing Greg. He shuffled as close as he could get and rested his head next to Greg’s ear. Greg felt Ryan’s hot breath tickle his neck.
“If you’re not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way?” He half sang, half whispered into Greg’s ear. He took Greg’s dainty hand in his own, entwining their fingers and stroking Greg’s palm softly. Greg cupped Ryan’s cheek and looked into the emerald eyes, telling Ryan without words how he felt. He leant forward and kissed Ryan softly.
They broke apart from the kiss, and just lay on the floor entwined in an enveloping hug, holding each other close, whilst the party slowed down a little at the song. A suggestion from the other end of the room came about ‘putting some proper bloody music on’.
A cough sounded loudly. Greg and Ryan looked up.
Dan stood in the doorway. Everyone stopped dancing and chattering, and turned to look.
“I guess we’re not taping tomorrow then,” he remarked, sounding half irritated and half amused.
Ryan sat up as quickly as his head would allow. “Join in Dan!” He slurred loudly. “It’s all Brad’s fault, he threw the party…” He looked around in confusion. “But you can’t tell him off if you can’t find him!” He laughed and lay back down.
Greg whispered to Ryan, “I think Colin and Brad are having sex. ‘'Cos where are they?”
“Colin’s probably gone home,” Ryan giggled. “He’s no fun at parties. And having sex with Brad? At a party? In my house? He met Brad today, Greg. He’s not that spontaneous.”
Greg snorted.

“Let’s play LIMBO!” Came a voice. John and Stephen were stood on the coffee table, waving a long stick.
Ryan and Greg looked at each other, before jumping up.
“Hell yeah!”