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Title: Predator
Pairings: Colin/Ryan, mention of past Ryan/m
Rating: R for smut
Word Count: 3,822
Summary: Aftermath of the boa constrictor. Need I say more?
As Ryan set foot in his trailer, closed the door and leant against it, he knew that his actions on the show would have some sort of repercussion later, but he’d worry about them when they happened. For now, there was the pressing need of the tight strain in his pants. Sure, the incident in question happened over an hour ago, but that was only the start.
Since his plainly blatant erotica session as the boa constrictor, there had been stolen looks and glances from Colin that had kept the fire burning. Until inevitably, by the end of the show, Ryan had been fit to bursting with all that built up energy. And such diverse elements as small touches and Colin snugly against him during Helping Hands had only served to make matters worse.
Ryan’s hand slid down his shirt, over his belt and rested on his bulging crotch. He cupped himself and winced slightly, remembering that it had been a long time since he was touched by anybody. How easy would it be to get lost in the fantasy of Colin touching him, kissing him, naked against him…?
Ryan pushed himself off the door with a grunt, deciding instead to stave it off in the hope that it might go away eventually. Besides, acting on such impulses would just prove that he wanted Colin even more than he did. After all, this feeling was purely sexual, and anything like that is bound to go away after a while.
A knock at the door made him pause. He knew he should answer it, but a strange part of him was telling him not to. It was a weird sensation, like his heart had triple-jumped and his stomach felt like it was curling in on itself in deep anxiety. Despite this, there really was no logical reason why he shouldn’t greet his visitor.
No sooner did he turn the door handle did someone charge their way in, turn Ryan around in a swift manoeuvre and pin the tall man against the door, slamming it in the process. It took Ryan only a few blinks for him to recognise his intruder.
Colin was staring back at him in some kind of searching gaze, his face mere inches away as serious brown eyes looked into startled green ones. In such an uncertain and unforeseen scenario, Ryan was powerless to do anything but stand and wait, wondering just what Colin was up to.
With an unsteady step forward, Colin moved until the length of his body was up against Ryan’s, and Ryan gasped at feeling something hard meet with his own straining arousal. He wanted to grind into it like a purring cat in order to try and relieve himself of some of the pressure, but he thought better of it for now. Confused, he opened his mouth to question this situation but was cut off mid-breath.
“How did it feel, Ryan?”
The taller man stared at him and his concentration wavered slightly before he even thought about giving a response.
“How did what feel?”
If it were entirely possible, Ryan wasn’t sure, Colin moved even closer until their mouths were a breath apart. In such close proximity, the shorter man’s eyes seemed to darken to almost black.
“When you were the boa constrictor and I was turned on by danger.” Colin’s voice was low and uncharacteristically dominating and Ryan was having trouble processing the situation through the bewildered, and honestly exhilarated, ideas in his head. The Canadian smiled slowly, eyes never leaving Ryan’s. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Ry,” he husked and stood on tiptoes, pressing Ryan harder into the door and stretching to whisper directly into the taller man’s ear.
“I wasn’t acting.”
The feel of hot breath tingling his ear was just the stimulus that Ryan needed to bring himself back into the current situation. Colin’s hands were fisted into his blue dress shirt and one foot was standing solid between both of his. He wondered subliminally if this is what it felt like to be a submissive underling, but didn’t think much on that for the moment. Placing his hands onto Colin’s hips, he managed to push the shorter man away until they were a good foot or so apart.
“Colin, what are you doing?”
“I’m here,” Colin replied, not missing a beat, “to get some answers.” His hand moved down from Ryan’s lapel to the bulge in his pants and cupped him, squeezing just a little to make Ryan blush like crazy. “This good, huh?”
This is Colin, Ryan screamed in his mind, which was just enough to grasp at reality.
Bringing up his now unrestricted hand, Ryan gave Colin a firm slap around the face. Not a hard smack, but enough to leave a faint red mark on the sensitive skin on Colin’s cheek. Clearly taken aback, the Canadian withdrew several feet and freed Ryan completely.
“Col, that’s enough!” he said sternly, standing his ground. “What the hell’s got into you?”
Colin stared at Ryan for a long while, hand on his pained cheek and tears beginning to well up in his eyes. Of course, what was he thinking? He must’ve guessed that Ryan didn’t feel the same way. That realisation of his naivety and carelessness had struck a deep chord within him and he began to cry. Upon seeing this, Ryan let all anger and anxiety to flow out of him and he slumped his shoulders, sighing and reached for the other man. “Colin…”
He felt a real pang of guilt when Colin flinched slightly, arms wrapped around himself in embarrassment and he became so flustered, he began to stammer. “I’m- I’m sorry Ryan. I didn’t mean… I never meant… I’m sorry…”
Ryan came closer, but Colin made no further attempt to pull away. However, his eyes stayed fixated elsewhere, not wanting to look into the piercing yet calming green of Ryan’s gaze.
Placing two fingers under the Canadian’s chin, Ryan encouraged him to acknowledge the situation and saw the tears pooling in his soft eyes. There were a thousand unvoiced questions in that single moment.
“Col?” Ryan slid his fingers to the tinged red of Colin’s struck cheek and sighed, rubbing it lightly, gently brushing away a lone tear. Then, pushing aside the thought of consequences for the time being, leaned down and touched his lips to the faintly sore area, feeling the burn. Colin instinctively turned his head until their mouths brushed together for a fleeting moment, eyes staring into each other like satellites. Although neither man had recognised it, the chemistry between them was electric. “I think we need to talk.” Ryan whispered with a small smile as he pulled away and Colin looked on, confused. He’d realised just what he’d pushed them into and it dawned on him that he was being far too outward with this sexual tension toward Ryan. Embarrassed, he slumped his shoulders and nodded.
“Yeah… yeah okay.”
“So…” Ryan began, looking down at his shuffling feet and trying to find a starting point. “What just happened?”
Colin snorted and shook his head. “Hell, I don’t even know. I guess that boa constrictor thing just got to me.” At that point, he turned away from Ryan slightly, trying feebly to hide how well it had affected him. “I thought I had it all under control, but…”
Ryan lowered his head in an attempt to catch Colin’s gaze, needing to hear the end to that sentence. “But?”
The following pause was unwavering, and Colin could feel himself chickening out. He shook his head suddenly and moved to leave. “I’m sorry, Ryan. I should just go,” he murmured quickly.
“No, wait.” Ryan caught him easily, holding him steady with an iron-like grip on his upper arm - such a contrast to soft, velveteen green eyes. “Tell me, Colin.”
The shorter man opened his mouth, sighed and looked away, finding the carpet more interesting and comfortable. “I was just wondering if… if you possibly felt the same way.” Colin risked a look at Ryan, who was looking back with a curiously fixed expression and immediately flinched his gaze away again. “No, of course you don’t,” he muttered to himself, fiddling with his wedding ring.
Ryan wasn’t quite sure what to think, but knew that the most dominant emotion in him at the moment was perplexity. Was there any chance that…? He decided to take that theory run with it.
“You feel it, too, don’t you? What this is between us…” He reached for the other man’s shoulders, urging him to look up. He noticed the bulge at Colin’s crotch and smiled, unable to hide his amusement at the irony. “Are you as horny as I am?”
Colin looked at him in amazement that Ryan felt the same way, after convincing himself that he obviously didn’t. It was a wild idea of his that he was willing to go with and it ended up being true. He, too, smiled at the situation they were in.
“Yeah, I feel it, too. And yes… I am.” He blushed furiously, as red as a tomato, and Ryan laughed.
“Y’know, you look so adorable when you’re embarrassed.”
“You look so sexy when you’re a snake,” Colin retorted, chancing his hands on Ryan’s waist and feeling content when Ryan made no protest, but instead moved into him, welcoming the touch.
Ryan leered closer and winked. “Just one of my many talents,” he whispered, lips so close he could almost feel Colin’s pulse.
Colin’s eyes were unfocused as his thoughts became clouded with what Ryan was suggesting. He’d never thought about making love to another man before, let alone his best friend. But as soon as the alluring image of him and Ryan had entered his head, it showed no signs of leaving. He brought his arms up to wrap around the taller man’s neck and smiled. “Show me, Ry.”
Ryan surged forwards with fervent enthusiasm and pushed Colin across the room and against the far wall, claiming his lips in a fiery kiss. Colin was shocked and dizzy with emotion as hands tugged the red shirt from his pants and brushed over his furred chest in search of reactive erogenous zones. He moaned, eyes rolling back as teasing fingers found his nipples and circled them. He was surprised at Ryan’s sudden alacrity – before, it had appeared like the taller man had been quite apprehensive about the situation, whereas now he seemed almost unstoppable.
The kiss gained intensity as Ryan’s tongue came forward, seeking entry and Colin responded eagerly, accepting him inside. Colin’s hands came up to encourage the taller man, burying them into his hair as their seeking tongues duelled together in arising lust. Ryan pulled back then but left his friend no time to complain when he trailed his hot lips over Colin’s chin and down his throat, kissing at the side of his neck.
“Are you… sure you want to… do this, Col?” Ryan murmured between kisses and Colin was breathless and so aroused and was helpless to do anything in response but nod, smiling in pure unbridled happiness. Ryan grinned and undid the few buttons of Colin’s shirt to allow himself access to more pale skin and licked, suckled and kissed in turn. This certainly served to heighten the temperature, if Colin’s gasps were of any indication.
Grabbing him by the hand, Ryan led Colin into the bedroom, which was just about large enough to house a double bed and little else, and laid him onto the covers before climbing on also. He hovered over Colin for a long moment and took in the intense sight of him: Eyes liquid dark, glistening in the dull lamp-light, face flushed a deep red, kiss-swollen lips, mussed golden hair and a slightly undone shirt, allowing the barest of chest hair to emerge. The soft flirtatious look on his face was teasing, needy and beautiful, and Ryan felt himself pause in reverence at just how appealing Colin looked to him; the same way he’d looked during the boa constrictor game.
“What?” Colin asked, smiling up at him and staring through dark eyelashes.
Ryan shook his head, lifting up a hand to trail it down the side of the other man’s face as if to assure himself that the man could indeed look that beautiful. “Just wondering how I missed this for so long.”
“Me too,” Colin breathed, his hands going up to wrap around Ryan’s neck. “I can’t believe how nervous I am.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be wonderful.” Ryan shifted until he was lying effectively on top of Colin and kissed him, long and slow. There was no haste this time, it was purely emotional and Colin melted into the sheets until he felt nothing around him but the warm body of Ryan blanketing him.
There was no hurry in the removal of clothing, either. Both men took turns and revelled in each new discovery they made with brushes of lips or tracing fingertips. They snuggled under the covers together, not even flinching when their bare bodies touched for the first time, and sank into a lethargic pleasure. It seemed content to both of them to kiss and cuddle for a long while, prolonging the anticipation.
Colin halted and admired Ryan’s skin in the lamplight, so golden and smooth it was almost godly. He leant over and traced his breath along the centre of Ryan’s torso, heading upward until meeting his lips with Ryan’s and kissed him soundly. “D’you know how handsome you are?” Colin asked him seriously and Ryan hoped his blush would be hidden by a cheeky grin.
“Really?”
Nodding, Colin flashed a grin of his own. “Mmm. I can see why all the girls like you.”
The taller man smirked and held his head up in a smug sort of way. “I guess, but you’re different to the girls.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
Ryan gently pushed Colin onto his back, following so he could drape himself onto the other man and responded in his best boa constrictor voice, “Well, they’re not the ones in bed with me, are they?” Out flicked his tongue in a rapid movement, and Colin found it hard to restrain himself at the sight.
“Oh, Ryan…” he moaned as the talented tongue tasted the skin of his neck and shoulder, heading lower. He found himself breathing Ryan’s name in longing to be something of an exciting impulse, as if he’d always been doing it. Which he hadn’t, of course, and this made the experience all the more surprisingly comfortable. Even as Ryan dropped soft kisses down his chest and onto his stomach, it never occurred to Colin that what they were doing was awkward or wrong. Because it just wasn’t. It was new, poignant and leading somewhere uncertain, and that seemed to thrill Colin more than anything.
Ryan soon came face-to-face with Colin’s aching erection and looked at it for a span of minutes, admiring him. With each passing second, Colin grew more nervous and embarrassed, wondering just what the taller man was thinking. He brushed his hand through Ryan’s hair adoringly and Ryan looked up in question. “You don’t have to, Ry,” Colin said in understanding.
Ryan nodded. “I know, but… I want to try. Is that okay with you?”
Colin smiled breathlessly, the thought of Ryan wanting to do this with him making his yearning erection jump higher. Ryan lifted up a hand and traced the shape with one finger in slow discovery and Colin closed his eyes in pleasant anticipation. The feel of hot breath on sensitive skin was powerfully erotic and he gasped slightly, tensing the muscles in his lower back as he dared Ryan on.
He glanced down in time to see Ryan’s tongue trail its way up the center of his shaft and lick tentatively at the head for a few seconds, which made Colin sag back into the mattress with a soft moan. This was just the reaction that Ryan had hoped for and this spurred him on to fully encompass Colin into his mouth without further hesitation. To his surprise, it wasn’t nearly as hard as he thought it would be, and Colin was turning out to be a very responsive subject.
After a time, Ryan had Colin in a downward spiral toward ecstasy, taking him deeply and then pulling back before repeating the movement. He closed his eyes in enjoyment, focusing purely on what reactions he was rousing from the other man and loving how he was becoming so incoherent.
Ryan felt Colin’s hand grasp at his shoulder in warning and realised that Colin was getting close, his breathing becoming shallower. There was a definite sense of anxiety still within him, but felt it becoming overshadowed by anticipation and excitement.
And then Colin was gone; losing himself with a long cry of delight as Ryan unexpectedly took all he offered. He’d never of imagined that Ryan would be so willing to do that, and the fact that he did touched something deep inside Colin, who suddenly felt tears welling in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan had returned to Colin’s side immediately, worry in his eyes. But Colin shook his head with a weak smile.
“It’s… it’s nothing. Just overwhelmed I guess…” he said, finding it hard to form a coherent thought at the sight of Ryan with glistening lips, hair sticking out and face flushed above him.
Ryan leaned down to kiss the tears away with a contrasting delicate touch. “You want a moment?”
“Hell no,” growled Colin, turned on further with the feeling of Ryan’s rock hard manhood pressed against his hip. “It’s your turn, now.” He swallowed Ryan’s laughter as he came in for another heated kiss.
Colin wanted to please Ryan more than anything, but was anxious about… going down, as they say. After all, he’d seen Ryan down there and from a glance knew that his girth was very impressive. And Colin wasn’t ready for anything big quite yet, no pun intended.
Tentatively, he reached down and cupped the wonderful organ in one hand whilst the other held Ryan’s hip in place. The other man gasped into his mouth and giggled breathlessly - he was unsure what to expect from Colin as he had seen many different sides of him today.
As he wrapped both hands around Ryan, Colin broke their kiss and watched the reaction to his touches. Green eyes conveyed a special sort of trust that had been there all along, the trust they had in each other. He was surprised when Ryan suddenly moaned and discovered that he’d begun a slow pumping motion without realising it. He silently thanked instinct for getting him started and then concentrated fully on the task at hand.
He managed to determine what made Ryan feel good, what made him gasp and tense and whisper Colin’s name, and soon had him thrusting into Colin’s unknowing hands, snuffling into the soft skin of his neck. The feel of his warm breath only made Colin more desperate to bring Ryan off – he ached to know everything about him when he came.
“Oh, Colin… I’m going to…”
And he did. With a last loving caress from the older man, Ryan let loose with a series of groaning sighs and playfully bit into Colin’s shoulder, making him jump at the sensation.
Colin continued to stroke until Ryan had clamed, all the while looking blankly at the ceiling as he processed this new development. I’ve just… with Ryan… We’ve just… He’s… We’re…
He eventually noticed that Ryan’s erection had now wilted and that his hands and stomach were now sticky. It was plainly odd to think about what the substance actually was, since Colin hadn’t felt this way since his teenage years. “I need a shower,” he spoke without thinking, and Ryan shot him a dreamy, puzzled look.
“Huh?”
Colin felt himself blush. “I don’t want to ruin your bed sheets…”
Ryan laughed, bringing up a hand and stroking the hair behind Colin’s ear. “I think I already have,” he smiled.
They shuffled out of bed and slipped into the bathroom together, letting the warm spray wash over each other as they showered in tandem. The soapsuds were pleasing in their own ways, they’d noticed as wandering hands made satisfying discoveries. Particularly when Ryan located a ticklish spot just above Colin’s hip.
After they’d cleaned and dried each other, they slipped back into bed, still naked, and wrapped up as one in their newly found post-sex embrace.
“Ryan?” Colin asked after a time.
Ryan opened one eye and smiled for no reason other than remembering where he was. “Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just have.”
Colin smirked, sitting up slightly to look at his new lover. “It’s about… what we just did.”
Intrigued, Ryan turned his head to face the Canadian and even in the dull lighting, saw the seriousness in his eyes. “What about it?”
Colin bit his lip and played with Ryan’s chest hair for a moment, thinking about how to phrase his question. “How did you know how to do that? I mean… have you done it before?”
It was Ryan’s turn to bite his lip and he looked away, seemingly distracted by something elsewhere. “Well… yes. Once.” His reply was quiet and sounded kind of sad, and Colin immediately regretted asking. Before he had the chance to apologise, Ryan continued. “It was a long time ago, back when I was starting out on the comedy circuit. And one of my good friends was gay, but he was a great guy. In the end…” Ryan paused for a moment in thought, then sniffed and continued. “In the end, I just got inquisitive about him, and that’s when he… well, taught me about this stuff.”
He looked at Colin again, somewhat defiantly. “It- it was only the one time though, and I didn’t really enjoy it that much. It doesn’t compare to this,” he said, pulling the other man close to him.
“Wow, and I thought I knew everything about you.” Colin was smiling and returning the tighter embrace, which eased Ryan greatly and allowed him to smile, too.
“I bet you didn’t know this: I’m in love with you, Colin.”
The grin Colin showed him rivalled every other beautiful thing that Ryan had ever seen. “On some level, I think I always knew,” his lover replied. “And I’m in love with you, too.”
They kissed, lightly at first before Colin found himself being pushed back into the mattress with a determined growl as the kiss gained a greater depth. They broke with equal gasps of effort, both feeling alert and ready for more.
“So… what else did this friend of yours teach you?” Colin was already breathless as he winked, trailing a hand down Ryan’s lean chest.
Ryan raised a suggestive eyebrow and beared his teeth in enticement. “Lets find out.”
FIN
Title: Predator
Pairings: Colin/Ryan, mention of past Ryan/m
Rating: R for smut
Word Count: 3,822
Summary: Aftermath of the boa constrictor. Need I say more?
As Ryan set foot in his trailer, closed the door and leant against it, he knew that his actions on the show would have some sort of repercussion later, but he’d worry about them when they happened. For now, there was the pressing need of the tight strain in his pants. Sure, the incident in question happened over an hour ago, but that was only the start.
Since his plainly blatant erotica session as the boa constrictor, there had been stolen looks and glances from Colin that had kept the fire burning. Until inevitably, by the end of the show, Ryan had been fit to bursting with all that built up energy. And such diverse elements as small touches and Colin snugly against him during Helping Hands had only served to make matters worse.
Ryan’s hand slid down his shirt, over his belt and rested on his bulging crotch. He cupped himself and winced slightly, remembering that it had been a long time since he was touched by anybody. How easy would it be to get lost in the fantasy of Colin touching him, kissing him, naked against him…?
Ryan pushed himself off the door with a grunt, deciding instead to stave it off in the hope that it might go away eventually. Besides, acting on such impulses would just prove that he wanted Colin even more than he did. After all, this feeling was purely sexual, and anything like that is bound to go away after a while.
A knock at the door made him pause. He knew he should answer it, but a strange part of him was telling him not to. It was a weird sensation, like his heart had triple-jumped and his stomach felt like it was curling in on itself in deep anxiety. Despite this, there really was no logical reason why he shouldn’t greet his visitor.
No sooner did he turn the door handle did someone charge their way in, turn Ryan around in a swift manoeuvre and pin the tall man against the door, slamming it in the process. It took Ryan only a few blinks for him to recognise his intruder.
Colin was staring back at him in some kind of searching gaze, his face mere inches away as serious brown eyes looked into startled green ones. In such an uncertain and unforeseen scenario, Ryan was powerless to do anything but stand and wait, wondering just what Colin was up to.
With an unsteady step forward, Colin moved until the length of his body was up against Ryan’s, and Ryan gasped at feeling something hard meet with his own straining arousal. He wanted to grind into it like a purring cat in order to try and relieve himself of some of the pressure, but he thought better of it for now. Confused, he opened his mouth to question this situation but was cut off mid-breath.
“How did it feel, Ryan?”
The taller man stared at him and his concentration wavered slightly before he even thought about giving a response.
“How did what feel?”
If it were entirely possible, Ryan wasn’t sure, Colin moved even closer until their mouths were a breath apart. In such close proximity, the shorter man’s eyes seemed to darken to almost black.
“When you were the boa constrictor and I was turned on by danger.” Colin’s voice was low and uncharacteristically dominating and Ryan was having trouble processing the situation through the bewildered, and honestly exhilarated, ideas in his head. The Canadian smiled slowly, eyes never leaving Ryan’s. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Ry,” he husked and stood on tiptoes, pressing Ryan harder into the door and stretching to whisper directly into the taller man’s ear.
“I wasn’t acting.”
The feel of hot breath tingling his ear was just the stimulus that Ryan needed to bring himself back into the current situation. Colin’s hands were fisted into his blue dress shirt and one foot was standing solid between both of his. He wondered subliminally if this is what it felt like to be a submissive underling, but didn’t think much on that for the moment. Placing his hands onto Colin’s hips, he managed to push the shorter man away until they were a good foot or so apart.
“Colin, what are you doing?”
“I’m here,” Colin replied, not missing a beat, “to get some answers.” His hand moved down from Ryan’s lapel to the bulge in his pants and cupped him, squeezing just a little to make Ryan blush like crazy. “This good, huh?”
This is Colin, Ryan screamed in his mind, which was just enough to grasp at reality.
Bringing up his now unrestricted hand, Ryan gave Colin a firm slap around the face. Not a hard smack, but enough to leave a faint red mark on the sensitive skin on Colin’s cheek. Clearly taken aback, the Canadian withdrew several feet and freed Ryan completely.
“Col, that’s enough!” he said sternly, standing his ground. “What the hell’s got into you?”
Colin stared at Ryan for a long while, hand on his pained cheek and tears beginning to well up in his eyes. Of course, what was he thinking? He must’ve guessed that Ryan didn’t feel the same way. That realisation of his naivety and carelessness had struck a deep chord within him and he began to cry. Upon seeing this, Ryan let all anger and anxiety to flow out of him and he slumped his shoulders, sighing and reached for the other man. “Colin…”
He felt a real pang of guilt when Colin flinched slightly, arms wrapped around himself in embarrassment and he became so flustered, he began to stammer. “I’m- I’m sorry Ryan. I didn’t mean… I never meant… I’m sorry…”
Ryan came closer, but Colin made no further attempt to pull away. However, his eyes stayed fixated elsewhere, not wanting to look into the piercing yet calming green of Ryan’s gaze.
Placing two fingers under the Canadian’s chin, Ryan encouraged him to acknowledge the situation and saw the tears pooling in his soft eyes. There were a thousand unvoiced questions in that single moment.
“Col?” Ryan slid his fingers to the tinged red of Colin’s struck cheek and sighed, rubbing it lightly, gently brushing away a lone tear. Then, pushing aside the thought of consequences for the time being, leaned down and touched his lips to the faintly sore area, feeling the burn. Colin instinctively turned his head until their mouths brushed together for a fleeting moment, eyes staring into each other like satellites. Although neither man had recognised it, the chemistry between them was electric. “I think we need to talk.” Ryan whispered with a small smile as he pulled away and Colin looked on, confused. He’d realised just what he’d pushed them into and it dawned on him that he was being far too outward with this sexual tension toward Ryan. Embarrassed, he slumped his shoulders and nodded.
“Yeah… yeah okay.”
“So…” Ryan began, looking down at his shuffling feet and trying to find a starting point. “What just happened?”
Colin snorted and shook his head. “Hell, I don’t even know. I guess that boa constrictor thing just got to me.” At that point, he turned away from Ryan slightly, trying feebly to hide how well it had affected him. “I thought I had it all under control, but…”
Ryan lowered his head in an attempt to catch Colin’s gaze, needing to hear the end to that sentence. “But?”
The following pause was unwavering, and Colin could feel himself chickening out. He shook his head suddenly and moved to leave. “I’m sorry, Ryan. I should just go,” he murmured quickly.
“No, wait.” Ryan caught him easily, holding him steady with an iron-like grip on his upper arm - such a contrast to soft, velveteen green eyes. “Tell me, Colin.”
The shorter man opened his mouth, sighed and looked away, finding the carpet more interesting and comfortable. “I was just wondering if… if you possibly felt the same way.” Colin risked a look at Ryan, who was looking back with a curiously fixed expression and immediately flinched his gaze away again. “No, of course you don’t,” he muttered to himself, fiddling with his wedding ring.
Ryan wasn’t quite sure what to think, but knew that the most dominant emotion in him at the moment was perplexity. Was there any chance that…? He decided to take that theory run with it.
“You feel it, too, don’t you? What this is between us…” He reached for the other man’s shoulders, urging him to look up. He noticed the bulge at Colin’s crotch and smiled, unable to hide his amusement at the irony. “Are you as horny as I am?”
Colin looked at him in amazement that Ryan felt the same way, after convincing himself that he obviously didn’t. It was a wild idea of his that he was willing to go with and it ended up being true. He, too, smiled at the situation they were in.
“Yeah, I feel it, too. And yes… I am.” He blushed furiously, as red as a tomato, and Ryan laughed.
“Y’know, you look so adorable when you’re embarrassed.”
“You look so sexy when you’re a snake,” Colin retorted, chancing his hands on Ryan’s waist and feeling content when Ryan made no protest, but instead moved into him, welcoming the touch.
Ryan leered closer and winked. “Just one of my many talents,” he whispered, lips so close he could almost feel Colin’s pulse.
Colin’s eyes were unfocused as his thoughts became clouded with what Ryan was suggesting. He’d never thought about making love to another man before, let alone his best friend. But as soon as the alluring image of him and Ryan had entered his head, it showed no signs of leaving. He brought his arms up to wrap around the taller man’s neck and smiled. “Show me, Ry.”
Ryan surged forwards with fervent enthusiasm and pushed Colin across the room and against the far wall, claiming his lips in a fiery kiss. Colin was shocked and dizzy with emotion as hands tugged the red shirt from his pants and brushed over his furred chest in search of reactive erogenous zones. He moaned, eyes rolling back as teasing fingers found his nipples and circled them. He was surprised at Ryan’s sudden alacrity – before, it had appeared like the taller man had been quite apprehensive about the situation, whereas now he seemed almost unstoppable.
The kiss gained intensity as Ryan’s tongue came forward, seeking entry and Colin responded eagerly, accepting him inside. Colin’s hands came up to encourage the taller man, burying them into his hair as their seeking tongues duelled together in arising lust. Ryan pulled back then but left his friend no time to complain when he trailed his hot lips over Colin’s chin and down his throat, kissing at the side of his neck.
“Are you… sure you want to… do this, Col?” Ryan murmured between kisses and Colin was breathless and so aroused and was helpless to do anything in response but nod, smiling in pure unbridled happiness. Ryan grinned and undid the few buttons of Colin’s shirt to allow himself access to more pale skin and licked, suckled and kissed in turn. This certainly served to heighten the temperature, if Colin’s gasps were of any indication.
Grabbing him by the hand, Ryan led Colin into the bedroom, which was just about large enough to house a double bed and little else, and laid him onto the covers before climbing on also. He hovered over Colin for a long moment and took in the intense sight of him: Eyes liquid dark, glistening in the dull lamp-light, face flushed a deep red, kiss-swollen lips, mussed golden hair and a slightly undone shirt, allowing the barest of chest hair to emerge. The soft flirtatious look on his face was teasing, needy and beautiful, and Ryan felt himself pause in reverence at just how appealing Colin looked to him; the same way he’d looked during the boa constrictor game.
“What?” Colin asked, smiling up at him and staring through dark eyelashes.
Ryan shook his head, lifting up a hand to trail it down the side of the other man’s face as if to assure himself that the man could indeed look that beautiful. “Just wondering how I missed this for so long.”
“Me too,” Colin breathed, his hands going up to wrap around Ryan’s neck. “I can’t believe how nervous I am.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be wonderful.” Ryan shifted until he was lying effectively on top of Colin and kissed him, long and slow. There was no haste this time, it was purely emotional and Colin melted into the sheets until he felt nothing around him but the warm body of Ryan blanketing him.
There was no hurry in the removal of clothing, either. Both men took turns and revelled in each new discovery they made with brushes of lips or tracing fingertips. They snuggled under the covers together, not even flinching when their bare bodies touched for the first time, and sank into a lethargic pleasure. It seemed content to both of them to kiss and cuddle for a long while, prolonging the anticipation.
Colin halted and admired Ryan’s skin in the lamplight, so golden and smooth it was almost godly. He leant over and traced his breath along the centre of Ryan’s torso, heading upward until meeting his lips with Ryan’s and kissed him soundly. “D’you know how handsome you are?” Colin asked him seriously and Ryan hoped his blush would be hidden by a cheeky grin.
“Really?”
Nodding, Colin flashed a grin of his own. “Mmm. I can see why all the girls like you.”
The taller man smirked and held his head up in a smug sort of way. “I guess, but you’re different to the girls.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
Ryan gently pushed Colin onto his back, following so he could drape himself onto the other man and responded in his best boa constrictor voice, “Well, they’re not the ones in bed with me, are they?” Out flicked his tongue in a rapid movement, and Colin found it hard to restrain himself at the sight.
“Oh, Ryan…” he moaned as the talented tongue tasted the skin of his neck and shoulder, heading lower. He found himself breathing Ryan’s name in longing to be something of an exciting impulse, as if he’d always been doing it. Which he hadn’t, of course, and this made the experience all the more surprisingly comfortable. Even as Ryan dropped soft kisses down his chest and onto his stomach, it never occurred to Colin that what they were doing was awkward or wrong. Because it just wasn’t. It was new, poignant and leading somewhere uncertain, and that seemed to thrill Colin more than anything.
Ryan soon came face-to-face with Colin’s aching erection and looked at it for a span of minutes, admiring him. With each passing second, Colin grew more nervous and embarrassed, wondering just what the taller man was thinking. He brushed his hand through Ryan’s hair adoringly and Ryan looked up in question. “You don’t have to, Ry,” Colin said in understanding.
Ryan nodded. “I know, but… I want to try. Is that okay with you?”
Colin smiled breathlessly, the thought of Ryan wanting to do this with him making his yearning erection jump higher. Ryan lifted up a hand and traced the shape with one finger in slow discovery and Colin closed his eyes in pleasant anticipation. The feel of hot breath on sensitive skin was powerfully erotic and he gasped slightly, tensing the muscles in his lower back as he dared Ryan on.
He glanced down in time to see Ryan’s tongue trail its way up the center of his shaft and lick tentatively at the head for a few seconds, which made Colin sag back into the mattress with a soft moan. This was just the reaction that Ryan had hoped for and this spurred him on to fully encompass Colin into his mouth without further hesitation. To his surprise, it wasn’t nearly as hard as he thought it would be, and Colin was turning out to be a very responsive subject.
After a time, Ryan had Colin in a downward spiral toward ecstasy, taking him deeply and then pulling back before repeating the movement. He closed his eyes in enjoyment, focusing purely on what reactions he was rousing from the other man and loving how he was becoming so incoherent.
Ryan felt Colin’s hand grasp at his shoulder in warning and realised that Colin was getting close, his breathing becoming shallower. There was a definite sense of anxiety still within him, but felt it becoming overshadowed by anticipation and excitement.
And then Colin was gone; losing himself with a long cry of delight as Ryan unexpectedly took all he offered. He’d never of imagined that Ryan would be so willing to do that, and the fact that he did touched something deep inside Colin, who suddenly felt tears welling in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan had returned to Colin’s side immediately, worry in his eyes. But Colin shook his head with a weak smile.
“It’s… it’s nothing. Just overwhelmed I guess…” he said, finding it hard to form a coherent thought at the sight of Ryan with glistening lips, hair sticking out and face flushed above him.
Ryan leaned down to kiss the tears away with a contrasting delicate touch. “You want a moment?”
“Hell no,” growled Colin, turned on further with the feeling of Ryan’s rock hard manhood pressed against his hip. “It’s your turn, now.” He swallowed Ryan’s laughter as he came in for another heated kiss.
Colin wanted to please Ryan more than anything, but was anxious about… going down, as they say. After all, he’d seen Ryan down there and from a glance knew that his girth was very impressive. And Colin wasn’t ready for anything big quite yet, no pun intended.
Tentatively, he reached down and cupped the wonderful organ in one hand whilst the other held Ryan’s hip in place. The other man gasped into his mouth and giggled breathlessly - he was unsure what to expect from Colin as he had seen many different sides of him today.
As he wrapped both hands around Ryan, Colin broke their kiss and watched the reaction to his touches. Green eyes conveyed a special sort of trust that had been there all along, the trust they had in each other. He was surprised when Ryan suddenly moaned and discovered that he’d begun a slow pumping motion without realising it. He silently thanked instinct for getting him started and then concentrated fully on the task at hand.
He managed to determine what made Ryan feel good, what made him gasp and tense and whisper Colin’s name, and soon had him thrusting into Colin’s unknowing hands, snuffling into the soft skin of his neck. The feel of his warm breath only made Colin more desperate to bring Ryan off – he ached to know everything about him when he came.
“Oh, Colin… I’m going to…”
And he did. With a last loving caress from the older man, Ryan let loose with a series of groaning sighs and playfully bit into Colin’s shoulder, making him jump at the sensation.
Colin continued to stroke until Ryan had clamed, all the while looking blankly at the ceiling as he processed this new development. I’ve just… with Ryan… We’ve just… He’s… We’re…
He eventually noticed that Ryan’s erection had now wilted and that his hands and stomach were now sticky. It was plainly odd to think about what the substance actually was, since Colin hadn’t felt this way since his teenage years. “I need a shower,” he spoke without thinking, and Ryan shot him a dreamy, puzzled look.
“Huh?”
Colin felt himself blush. “I don’t want to ruin your bed sheets…”
Ryan laughed, bringing up a hand and stroking the hair behind Colin’s ear. “I think I already have,” he smiled.
They shuffled out of bed and slipped into the bathroom together, letting the warm spray wash over each other as they showered in tandem. The soapsuds were pleasing in their own ways, they’d noticed as wandering hands made satisfying discoveries. Particularly when Ryan located a ticklish spot just above Colin’s hip.
After they’d cleaned and dried each other, they slipped back into bed, still naked, and wrapped up as one in their newly found post-sex embrace.
“Ryan?” Colin asked after a time.
Ryan opened one eye and smiled for no reason other than remembering where he was. “Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just have.”
Colin smirked, sitting up slightly to look at his new lover. “It’s about… what we just did.”
Intrigued, Ryan turned his head to face the Canadian and even in the dull lighting, saw the seriousness in his eyes. “What about it?”
Colin bit his lip and played with Ryan’s chest hair for a moment, thinking about how to phrase his question. “How did you know how to do that? I mean… have you done it before?”
It was Ryan’s turn to bite his lip and he looked away, seemingly distracted by something elsewhere. “Well… yes. Once.” His reply was quiet and sounded kind of sad, and Colin immediately regretted asking. Before he had the chance to apologise, Ryan continued. “It was a long time ago, back when I was starting out on the comedy circuit. And one of my good friends was gay, but he was a great guy. In the end…” Ryan paused for a moment in thought, then sniffed and continued. “In the end, I just got inquisitive about him, and that’s when he… well, taught me about this stuff.”
He looked at Colin again, somewhat defiantly. “It- it was only the one time though, and I didn’t really enjoy it that much. It doesn’t compare to this,” he said, pulling the other man close to him.
“Wow, and I thought I knew everything about you.” Colin was smiling and returning the tighter embrace, which eased Ryan greatly and allowed him to smile, too.
“I bet you didn’t know this: I’m in love with you, Colin.”
The grin Colin showed him rivalled every other beautiful thing that Ryan had ever seen. “On some level, I think I always knew,” his lover replied. “And I’m in love with you, too.”
They kissed, lightly at first before Colin found himself being pushed back into the mattress with a determined growl as the kiss gained a greater depth. They broke with equal gasps of effort, both feeling alert and ready for more.
“So… what else did this friend of yours teach you?” Colin was already breathless as he winked, trailing a hand down Ryan’s lean chest.
Ryan raised a suggestive eyebrow and beared his teeth in enticement. “Lets find out.”
FIN
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Date: 2010-01-03 02:54 am (UTC)Sorry, had to go take a cold shower.
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