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Well, here it is! And I wrote this while feeling very very sorry for myself cos I'm currently suffering from the dreaded flu! I even had to miss Uni and the chance of an extra shift at work due to this thing! Sucks so much! Anyway, let me know what ya think! Comments fuel my writing module of my brain.

Author: improvfan88
Story: Promises
Pairing: Ry/Col
Rating: NC-17. Oh yeah.
Disclaimer: OK! I hold up my hands! I kidnapped them both and then forced them to make soup for me before acting out the next scene. This is simply a transcript of everything that has just occured. Really. Nah, not really. I don't own shit.


Promises - Part 5

"Colin. I...er..."

'Oh shit Ry Guy. We're fucked. We're really really fucked. Quick! Say something!'

'Like what?'

'I don't know!'

"Oh God, Colin. I didn't know you were there. I just-"

I hear something click. It takes me a full two minutes before I realise that it was the lock on the door. The expression on Colin's face has changed to one of determination, and lust.

'Lust? Why is there lust on his face?'

'Why did he lock the door?'

'Why is he walking towards me? Like, fast?'

Before I could even process that last thought, Colin places his hands on either side of my face and pulls me down into the most fierce kiss that I'd ever experienced. His teeth nips at my bottom lip and I can't do anything but open up to him. As our tongues meet for the first time, the kiss changs. It becomes exploratory, simply tasting each other, finding out what we both like. I wrap my arms around him, bringing him closer. He fists his hands into the front of my shirt, and tugs until we're standing so close. There isn't any breathing space between us. As I feel his hardness brush my own, I end the kiss with a gasp.

"What?" Colin asks me, struggling to catch his breath.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know. But I know that I don't want to stop."

We both lean in at the same time, and this time, this kiss is gentle. A more silent question if we both want this. I know I did. God, did I want this. And judging by Colin's actions, he wants the same thing. I break the kiss again, but this time, for a different reason.

"Bed." I growl. "Now."

He grabs my hand and leads me towards the same bed that we shared last night. I vaguely remember wishing that last night could have been different, and now. Well, now, it's actually happening. Very quickly, might I add. I had wanted this for ages. I give Colin a small tug on his hand, and he immediately stops and turns round to face me, staring deep into my eyes. God, I had wanted this for so long, and I almost couldn't believe what I was going to ask him next.

"Colin-" I began, before he raises a single finger to my lips.

'What are you doing?! I know what you're thinking and don't do it!'

"No, we're not going too fast. I've wanted this for ages. Now move." He tells me. I breath a sigh of relief. He knew what I was going to ask, and he knew the answer I wanted. We meet for another kiss, shuffling backwards until the back of Colin's knees connect with the bed, causing him to fall onto it, with me landing directly on top of him. As our tongues battle furiously for dominance, my hands make their way to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning all the buttons. I need to see his chest, and I need to run my hands all over him. Finally, when the shirt is open, I tear it off him - with some difficulty - and quickly pull my own off. I had originally planned this to be romantic, but right now, I can't wait. I just have to see him, naked and wanting me so badly that he can't stop saying my name. As his chest is laid bare, I toss his shirt aside and instantly attach myself to one of his nipples, slowly running my tongue across it.

"Fuck, Ry, you can't do that." He pants.

"Oh yes I can." I reply, before gently blowing over it, hardening his nipple. I repeat the process to the other one, loving the moans I'm emitting from him each time.

"Get away from my nipples." He groans. "Get up here." I obey him, crawling my way up, planting kisses all over his chest, his neck, his jawline, before meeting his lips. Our kiss is messy, sloppy, and I'm loving it. I don't care what kind of kiss we share, I love each and every one. His hands are roaming over my back, gently massaging it. It usually relaxes me, but tonight, all it's doing is making me even more horny. I break our kiss again. I need to stop doing that.

"You can't do that."

"Oh yes I can." He says with a grin on his face. "You done it to me, I'm doing it to you."

"We going down the payback route? Fine. Payback time." I begin kissing my way back down his body. I intend to kiss every part of his sexy body, and I'm nowhere near done.

"Aren't we even now?"

"No." I pause. I stop at his nipples again, noting that they are highly sensitive. This is why men have nipples. They act as excellent leverage. In this case, for proving that I am a better lover than any woman he ever had, is having or will have. I work my way down slowly, building up the anticipation. I blow gently into his belly button, which emits a gasp from him.

"You're being mean Ryan." He says, his voice now dropping to his lowest octave.

"I know." I reach the top of his trousers, and begin to undo them while planting kisses along his waistband. When they're undone, I pull them down, pulling off his shoes and socks while I'm down there. I stand at the bottom of the bed, taking a couple of moments to look at him, panting on the bed, no doubt trying to think of every boring statistic he's ever read in his life.

"Look at me." I command. He raises his head to watch me. I slowly unbutton them, and even more slowly unzip them. Colin's mouth is hanging wide open, and I can't help but grin. This is the way that I had imagined him so many times, and now to see his reaction for real, I can't help but smile. I kick my shoes off, and then slid my trousers down and step out of them, pulling my socks off at the same time.

"Jesus Ry." He whispers. I climb back onto the bed, crawling back up, planting kisses on his thighs. "Please." Colin begs. I know what he's begging for. His hips keep rising off the bed of their own accord. I hook my thumbs under the waistband and pull them off, repeating what I did with his trousers. I toss them across the room, and this time, pause to admire him.

"You're beautiful Col." He blushes furiously at my compliment. "You're not looking." He raises his head again. I start pulling down my own boxers, before I'm stopped by Colin's voice.

"Wait." He demands. " My payback. Put your hands in your boxers." I do so, and can't help stroking myself. "Nope. Don't move your hand." I stop immediately, and it's torture. Absolute torture.

"Coliiiiiinnnnnn....." I moan.

"Do not move your hand." He's simply staring at me. This stalemate lasts for only five seconds.

"Fuck this." I whisper, before whipping my boxers down and all but jumping back on the bed. Without any preamble, I stop at his groin and take his head into my mouth.

"Ryan! Shit!" He shouts. I smirk a little before taking more of him into my mouth. Believe it or not, I've never done this before, but hell, I'm an improviser. I begin running my tongue up and down his length, which is huge by the way. He grunts and groans, thrusting carefully. I place my hands in hips to slow him down. I want this to last, and from the way he's thrusting, he's close. I suck gently, continually running my tongue up and down. On a whim, I softly raked my teeth over the swollen head, pleased when he strained against my hands, loudly pleading with moans to allow him to thrust. I take him out of my mouth and crawl the rest of the way up his body, kissing him soundly on his lips.

"Colin-" I begin to ask him before he silences me with a finger. I have the strangest feeling that he knows what I'm going to ask him.

"Take me." He whispers.

"But we don't have anything to help."

"Back pocket of my trousers."

"Seriously?" I leap off the bed and scramble around the trousers, checking all the pockets.

"There's nothing in here."

"That's cos they're your trousers Ry."

I smile sheepishly before grabbing the second pair, and digging around in the back pockets before emerging triumphantly with a packet of lube. "Do I dare ask?" I say, waving the little packet.

"I carry one round every time I know we're going to be together. I guess it was my small bit of hope."

I smile again. This time, a reassuring one to let him know that he's not the only one who's been hoping wildly that something would happen. He spreads his legs, stealing all my attention to his cock, lying flat against his stomach. I instantly start drooling although I do managed to hide it. Well, most of it.

"Want a bucket there Ry?"

"Shut up."

I kneel in between the spread legs, and open the packet of lube, and squirt out a small amount on my fingers. "If I hurt you, tell me." He nods once, and I begin circling around his entrance. By the point, I'm so horny, I just want to take him, preparation be damned. But no, I won't hurt him. And yes, I know about preparation. Greg gave me a surivival kit as a joke once, but I read everything in it. Once I feel like he's relaxed enough, I ease one finger in. I pause to see if it's hurting him, but his face is simply the picture of pleasure. I ease a second finger in and begin rotating them, stretching him out. I'm not blowing my own trumpet, but I'm not the smallest guy in the world either. My ring finger joins the party, and I'm distracted for a moment by the wedding band.

"Ryan. Now."

My attention is brought back by that simple demand. I withdraw my fingers, replacing them with my own cock, now aching with the need for relief.

"You ready?"

"Just fucking do it Stiles!" He groans. I sink in slowly, fighting the urge just to slam in. We both moan loudly as I glide in to the hilt. 

"Fuck. Colin." I pull out slightly and then back in again. I'm panting already, feeling close. I do thrust a couple of times, before I emit a scream of pure undadulterated pleasure from him. Bingo. I pull out again,  nearly all the way and slam back in. I do it the same again, and stop.

"You're torturing me now?" Colin pants.

"No." I tell him. "I just, I love the sight of you like this." I begin thrusting again, hitting his prostate on every go.

"Faster Ryan. You've gotta to go faster." He moans. I comply, what else can I do? He snaps his hips up to meet me everytime, and we're both panting, we're both sweating. He's so tight, so hot, welcoming every thrust. He clenches each time, making me work hard for every wave of pleasure I get. I lean in to capture his mouth in a rough kiss.

"So close, Col."

"I know. I know, Ry."

I can feel the tightening in my balls. No, I don't want it to be over yet. 

"Touch me, please, touch me."

I close my hand over his throbbing cock, and pump hard and fast. He starts making these adorable little sounds, mixed in with moans and groans. I'm grunting with every thrust, trying desperately to stave off the orgasm approaching me like a train.

"Ry. Close. I'm so close."

I can't answer him. I can't think of words. I can only think of him. How perfect he is at this moment. How much I love him.

"Ryan. I'm gonna - FUCK!" He screams, and he comes with a shudder, coating my hand. He pulls me down by my shoulders and we share a brutal kiss. "Come for me." He whispers. I moan, pounding into him. "Come for me Ryan."

A final thrust, a final grunt and I'm tipping over the edge with a scream that could have shattered windows. Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me, and I can't help but collapse on top of him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close while we both fight for breath, the sweat dripping from our bodies. The room smells of our musk, and I find that I've never loved any other smell as much as this one. I feel myself soften and slip free from him. He turns into his left side, grabbing ahold of my wrist to make sure I follow him, spooning my body around his.

"We are doing this again tomorrow." He states. Not that I'd disagree. If I was twenty years younger, I'd have been up to doing it again tonight.

"You promise?" I ask him, a little cheeky grin on my face. I know that he can't see it, but I know he heard it in my voice.

"Yes. Now that is one promise that I can guarantee that I will keep."

The weight of post-orgasmic sleep is pulling me down. I snuggle in closer, before giving a small giggle.

"What're you laughing at?"

"This morning. When you asked me if it was weird that we were snuggling? Well, now, we actually have a reason to."

"Ry, I would snuggle with you even if we didn't. Now shut up and let me sleep. You took any energy I had."

"I'm that good?"

"You're that good."

My ego soothed for the night, I close my eyes and I'm almost instantly asleep.

"Col?" A tired grunt is my reply.

"I love you."

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When I wake up in the morning, I instantly try to pull Colin closer, succeeding in only hugging a pillow closer. This instantly wakes me up. What the fuck? Where's Colin? I sit up in the bed, and look round, hoping to see Colin walking around. Instead I see my clothes still thrown around the room. But not his. In fact, there's no evidence that he was in here at all.

'Last night did happen right?'

'Yes. Yes, it did. And my God, it was good.'

'Then where is he?'

'He's gone.'

'But. Last night. I thought he'd stay.'

'I know Ry Guy. It hurts doesn't it.'

'I told him I loved him.'

'I know. And he didn't say it back.'
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