Faling Into Fervour: Chapter Five

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Title: Falling Into Fervour - 5/6
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Overall Rating: R
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Reminiscing and sex. Sounds like a cocktail I had once…
A/N: The last part should probably be up by Wednesday, unless coursework swallows me. Enjoy! ^_^


The next week went by annoyingly quickly, though to Ryan, it went slowly. He had been depressingly counting the days until they would part ways, possibly for the last time. How could some of the best times of his life end so quickly? They were both getting older; a cruel reminder that time goes by so fast. One thing’s for sure, Ryan wasn‘t going to let their last night be an oppressive reminder that tomorrow, Colin would leave for New Zealand, Ryan would go back to his normal life and they’d live almost happily ever after.

Unbeknownst to Colin, his best friend had planned something special for when he got home. Ryan had decided, once and for all, that this would be the night he told Colin that he loved him. He’d been denying it throughout his stay but it just kept coming back and inevitably, he had caved into them. Perhaps his confession of love would convince Colin to stay? There was only one way to find out.

When Colin opened the door to the apartment on Tuesday evening, he was immediately hit by the sight of candles, several dozens of them in fact, lining the room randomly and casting a beautiful warm glow over everything, leaving the projections of dancing shadows on the walls. Next, he was hit by the sound emanating from the stereo system: a strange piano melody that soothed anyone who had the fortune to hear it. Finally, he was struck by the scent of something incredibly appetizing - it smelt a bit like chicken but with a hint of spices.

The lanky form of Ryan emerged from the kitchen, a radiant smile on his face as he approached and slung his arm over his friend’s shoulders in a half-hug.

“Hi,” Colin greeted, frowning in confusion. “What’s this all for?”

“I didn’t want our last night to be a depressing sob-fest. We‘re gonna have fun,” Ryan explained and gestured Colin to sit at a nearby table. “Call it… my way of saying thank you.”

Pretty soon, a very delicious dinner was served: A wonderful dish of chicken and roast vegetables drizzled with a sweet and sour sauce accompanied by a chilled bottle of wine. Colin was overwhelmed at just what lengths Ryan had gone to in order to make their last night memorable. Seeing him in the soft light of the candles, he never before noticed just how handsome Ryan looked from certain angles.

“Ryan, did you make this yourself?” he asked as he swallowed his first bite of the meal.

The other man nodded, happy that Colin seemed to like it. “Yup. I hope you don’t mind me taking some of the ingredients from your cupboard…”

“Certainly not if you can make something this delicious out of them.” Colin grinned, taking another mouthful of chicken.

“Well, a take-out seemed a bit cheap.” Ryan shrugged innocently, putting on an odd face that Colin found it impossible not to laugh at.

The lovely meal was consumed around the usual amount of banter that they had gotten used to over the years, seemingly flowing out automatically and gracing into the most bizarre of subjects.

“A toast,” Colin offered, lifting his glass as they finished their meal. “To thirty years.”

“Thirty years.” Ryan’s glass connected with Colin’s as the toast was made and they both took long gulps of their alcohol. The music had changed into a slow, sombre air and Ryan had gained an idea from its soothing tones. Getting up, he stood next to Colin, extended his hand, looked into dark irises and whispered, “Dance with me, Colin.”

The other man looked at Ryan, then at his outstretched hand, thinking about what he had just requested. Completely trusting him, Colin smiled and allowed himself to be led into the center of the room, taking his place in Ryan’s arms.

The song was one of those slow musical numbers that didn’t require a lot of dancing but seemed suited just to sway on the spot in sentimental understanding. And that’s just what they did, holding each other close and focusing just on being together.

Colin didn’t think it was possible to fall asleep standing up, but he almost managed it. Ryan had made everything so relaxing, rocking him slowly from side to side like a soothing lullaby, and he almost drifted off in sweet contentment. He sighed happily, cherishing the attention and returning it, resting his head on Ryan’s shoulder.

Pretty soon, they had stopped moving altogether as the song neared its end, just enjoying the feeling of being close to someone they loved. The thought of tomorrow’s events had faded off into the distance and it became a night dedicated to each other.

The end of the slow dance had then spurred them to retire to the sofa and again reflect on the last three decades that they’d known each other. The usual topics came up including their days in Vancouver, the Whose Line era and the general bullshitting that usually comes about when two old pals get together with alcohol on hand. And then it struck Ryan that it didn’t matter where Colin was; they would always be best friends. Even if he were in a different continent, their bond would still continue to be, no matter how far apart they may drift in future. This however, did not soften his want for Colin to stay.

After they both cried with laughter over the hilarious memories of the Whose Line set, Ryan drifted into more serious, speculative territory.

“Col, you know you’re gay now?”

Colin looked at him amused, still happy from his giggle fit. “Yes, I had noticed it.”

Ryan smirked and continued. “Does this mean… does this mean you’ll be dating guys, now?”

Something in Ryan’s gaze caught Colin’s eye, a sort of saddened look. “Well, yeah I figured that’s what I’d be doing. Maybe I’ll meet someone in New Zealand; there are some nice people there.”

An image suddenly popped into Ryan’s mind of Colin on a beach, holding hands with a mysterious body-built stranger and gazing beautifully into his eyes. Needless to say, he disposed of that image pretty quickly and went back to the nostalgia discussion. “You don’t miss being with women at all?”

Colin drank from the wine bottle and sighed, setting it down next to him and turning back to face the younger man. “The thing is… what I had with Deb, what we shared, was really special. I loved her for all the years we were together. And when Luke came along, my family became my top priority for everything in my life since… and then…” He sighed, looking away as he remembered just what he’d left behind. “I let down my guard and let it all slip away. I‘d love to meet someone else, but I‘m afraid I‘ll just screw it up and get my heart broken again.”

Noticing a lone tear travel down Colin‘s cheek, Ryan thought it best to lighten his mood a bit. “But Col, you’re amazing, charming and selfless. Funny, cute and an absolute catch. Anyone would be crazy to turn you away, man or woman, and I mean that.”

Colin looked back at him with sparkling eyes and Ryan had to physically keep from fainting when he realised just how wonderful Colin really looked; more beautiful than he’d ever seen him before. “Really?”

Ryan leaned in, placing both hands on Colin‘s strong shoulders. “Of course, you‘re irresistible, even to me. No wonder thirty years later, you‘re still my best friend, Colin.” He held a stern gaze and hoped that his eyes could convey all the rest that he couldn’t put into words. The slow smile that then spread across Colin’s face confirmed this and he grinned.

Relaxing back into his side of the couch, Ryan wondered where the bottle of wine of gone. He was sure it was there a minute ago…

Then he spotted it on the small table beside Colin’s elbow and for a minute, he wondered how it had got there. His impending thirst eclipsed his pondering and enticed him into retrieving the beverage so that he could have a nice relaxing drink. In the process, this meant leaning over Colin so that his arm could reach it and as he did so, his face came unbearably close to the other man’s. Once Ryan noticed this, he paused, not knowing what to do next.

Suddenly, all thoughts of picking up the wine bottle vanished from his mind. From this distance, he could smell Colin’s cologne and the faint whiff of wine and chilli on his breath. He could even feel the heat from those appetizing lips as his hovered a mere few centimetres from them. Subconsciously licking his lips, he looked deep into Colin’s dark eyes and saw something glimmer in them that seemed to drive him insane, something that looked a bit like lust.

“Ry?” Colin whispered, or croaked was probably a better description as his voice hovered somewhere between need and curiosity. And then, when warm breath flowed over Ryan’s lips, something inside the tall man snapped and he pushed forward, pressing their mouths together gently.

All the times they’d kissed on the set of Whose Line were nothing like what they shared at the moment. This kiss had passion, had feeling, whereas the others had been pretend, purely for laughs. And somewhere amid Colin’s racing thoughts, he noticed this and consequently deepened this new connection.

Ryan felt Colin’s mouth open against his and he gasped quietly when a tongue came forward to lick at his lips. Without really thinking, he returned it and parted his mouth to let Colin inside to play. Cupping the back of Colin’s head with a large hand, Ryan let his tongue come into contact with its new neighbour and the kiss soon became a battle for dominance.

A moan came from deep in Ryan’s throat as the pair got more and more aroused and Colin let himself be lowered down onto the couch completely horizontally, Ryan coming in to lie on top of him. Once their hips connected and they both felt each other’s growing excitement rub together, the kiss broke, leaving both men panting.

They looked at each other for a while, searching the other’s reaction to see if they had been equally as affected. Colin had his arms wrapped around Ryan’s shoulders, soothing his back whilst Ryan’s hands were placed firmly on the shorter man’s hips to anchor him in place.

“Ryan… what are we…?” Colin began, still breathless.

“Shh…” Ryan’s lips took possession of his throat, suckling and kissing whilst Colin arched his neck in an encouraging movement.

Colin whimpered as he felt his hormones rush through his body like a trail of fire through his blood. His hands slid down Ryan’s back and landed on his buttocks, smoothing them through his jeans as he let out a groan, grinding against him.

Ryan pulled back, looking down at the love of his life through half-lidded eyes. “Colin, do you want to…?”

“Yes, Ryan, more than anything,” he replied, bringing up a hand to stroke the side of the younger man’s handsome face and enjoying the heat he met there through Ryan‘s blush. The heat was then replaced with cold as Ryan climbed off of the couch and stood beside it, holding out his hand for Colin to take. “Then come with me,” he husked.

Colin took the offered hand without hesitation, allowing himself to be pulled up into another searing kiss before being led towards the bedroom. Once inside, the glow of the outside nightlife became a perfect source of light to suit the mood as Colin and Ryan tumbled in together, kissing and embracing fiercely in a storm of hormones.

“How long have you been waiting for this?” Ryan whispered as he began to fumble with the buttons on Colin’s shirt, inhaling deeply in the process.

“Too long,” Colin replied as he gripped onto Ryan’s hips with trembling hands in an effort to regain some control. By this time, Ryan had succeeded in gaining access to the Canadian’s pale chest, so it was a fruitless effort.

Ryan began to play with his new found territory and explored with his tongue, beginning at Colin’s throat and dragging downwards over his collarbone and even further to his nipples, rimming them lightly and bringing a throaty moan from Colin’s lungs. Ryan’s lips curled into a devious smile as he began to lap at Colin’s skin like a cat, earning a whimper.

Colin’s hands then attacked Ryan’s belt, taking the tall man by surprise at just how quickly it was removed. He held Colin close and gasped as those experienced hands unfastened him and dived inside his boxer shorts, making contact with his hardness. His hands were cool and soft, such a contrast to the steel-hard heat that they were grasping.

“Oh, Colin… that’s… Col,” was all Ryan managed to get out when Colin began to stroke him in long, slow motions. His head rolling back, Ryan allowed himself to get completely lost in what the man he loved was doing to him.

“Nice, huh? How about this…” And before Ryan knew what was happening, Colin had lowered to his knees, pulled down Ryan’s jeans and boxers and engulfed his shaft in his mouth. The taller man’s hands gripped hard on Colin’s shoulders as he tried his best not to start thrusting wildly, letting out a long moan of encouragement.

It had only just occurred to Ryan that Colin had done this before - not just with him back in England, but also with other men, which meant that he knew what he was doing. Ryan decided to just let himself get swept along, going with whatever Colin wanted to do.

Getting to his feet, Colin pulled Ryan into a kiss, gripping at the shirt Ryan was still wearing. Not for long though, as they both attacked the rest of their clothing, wanting desperately to get the restrictions off and re-familiarise themselves with each other‘s bodies.

Soon, they were on the bed and naked, Ryan above Colin, as they continued to kiss in intense passion. Memories of England flashed before their minds briefly, remembering the night that wasn’t half as emotional as the one they were sharing now. That night had been about spur of the moment, alcohol and abnormal proximity. Tonight was about desperation and love, driven by the prospect of possibly not seeing each other for a very long time.

In a surprise show of potency, Colin managed to roll them both over so that Ryan was now pinned beneath him, squirming and laughing as Colin dominated him with kisses to his neck and shoulder. “Is your back all right?” he murmured seriously in Ryan’s ear. He nodded; thrilled that Colin would still be so selfless, so caring, even whilst making love.

But it was time that he got rewarded for being generous. Ryan proved the strength in his back had returned by rolling them over again until Colin was beneath him once more. He then slid down the pale trim body, kissing Colin’s neck, chest and stomach before reaching his quivering erection and taking it into his mouth slowly.

He couldn’t take him in as far as Colin had done but he tried his best in learning how to please the older man, experimenting with certain tongue movements that soon had Colin gasping with pleasure and gripping Ryan’s head with nails digging into his scalp. The taste was addictive but after a while, Ryan pulled away and moved his way back up to Colin’s face again.

“I want to make love to you…” Ryan whispered, keeping a serious gaze on Colin’s twinkling irises. “Show me how.”

Colin was more than too eager to oblige the man he admired so much and showed him what to do, how to be safe and comfortable and Ryan took it all in like a dry sponge in water, deploying it to its full effect.

When the time came to unite with him, all thoughts of leaving soon vanished out of Ryan’s head. He was certain that Colin was going to stay for him, for them, and so spoke the words that were foremost in his mind.

“I love you,” he said right before he joined with Colin and the other man had said it right back, throaty and needy as Ryan carefully penetrated him. They moved together so sensually and in sync, almost poetically as they became as intimate as any couple can possibly be. Colin cried out and pulled on Ryan’s buttocks right as the younger man’s cock pulsed deep inside him, as if they were so in tune with each other, they knew exactly what the other’s body was doing.

Like in all else, they were totally synchronised and they came together in a euphoric pinnacle of lovemaking, crying each other’s name as tears flowed freely in the realisation of what they had missed for so long had been right in front of them the entire time.

Ryan collapsed on top of Colin’s sweaty body, panting heavily and clutching the body beneath his tightly, never wanting to let go. Colin was equally exhausted but incredibly overwhelmed at just how much Ryan loved him and how he had proved it so wonderfully.

“Oh, God…” Ryan was the first to recover enough to speak. “Colin, that was…” Tears were staining his face and his back held a constant ache but he simply didn’t care. Reaching down, he pulled the covers over them and snuggled closer to the warm body next to him.

“Wow,” Colin panted as he buried his face against the soft skin of his lover’s neck, wanting to get lost in him. “You’re amazing, Ry… amazing…”

“Love you,” Ryan repeated before the calling of sleep began to take him away for the night, holding Colin in his arms and grinning like a fool. He’d finally found his happiness after such a long time of brooding and all he wanted now was to hold his Colin forever, to shield him from the world and keep him safe for all time.

Ryan truly had fallen into the deepest of fervours.

To be continued…

Comments

[trulyobsessive.livejournal.com]

Aww, I knew Ryan would summon the courage to tell (and show ;) ) Colin how he feels! :D This made me happy! ^__^

[draconica-nova.livejournal.com]

Huur, it's about time too, right? xD

Thank you for commenting. :) x

[iloveanyonebutu.livejournal.com]

Yay!

Finally! Finally !

This was fantastic! I'm so glad that Ryan told Colin how he really felt! (well more than told, and boy was that hot *fans herself* I wish I could actually write sex scenes without skirting round the issue :P because wow you're good!)

Also Ryan said he loves Colin! \o/ we all knew it!

By the way this had better end well >_> *goes off to read the last chapter*