Ry/Col - Love Like Semtex [1/2]
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Love Like Semtex {1/2}
Author: desiredeffect
Part: 1/2
Summary: It's Ryan's birthday!
Pairing(s): Ry/Col Side Greg/Jeff
Rating: R. This part to be on the safe side. NC-17 overall.
Author's notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAE-BEAR
And after pointing that all, you can blame her for this, filling my brain with IDEAS. Evil woman. :P
Disclaimer: It's not lying, it's a gift for fiction
---
“That’s so lame.”
“I know, that’s why I told you about it.” There was a beat of silence. “You gonna help me?”
“Anything to get over that sob story. But y’know, I want something in return.”
“Excellent. Here’s my plan.”
“Hey, is there secret planning going on? I want in on it too.” Another voice joined the first two, all boyish charm and bubbling enthusiasm.
There was a pregnant pause, then a sigh. “Sure Drew, but you have to keep your mouth shut and do exactly as I tell you.”
--
“Hey Col, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Colin turned around to be greeted with the sight of Drew, out of the suit and tie he wore on the show and into something more informal, leaning casually against the doorjamb, two cups of coffee in his hand, one offered out toward Colin.
“Sure, I suppose. Oh, thanks.” He took the proffered cup from Drew’s hand and gestured with the other for him to feel free to seat himself wherever. Taking a mouthful, he turned back around, frowning at himself in the mirror as he took another sip, criticising his appearance for a moment before looking back over his shoulder. He swallowed, throat feeling rather scratchy. “So, what did you wanna talk about?”
Drew gave him an enigmatic smile and took a sip of his own coffee. “Not much. What I actually wanted to know was if you were interested in joining the guys and me this weekend for a fishing trip. You know, relax a little.”
Taking another swallow Colin absently ran a hand over his eyes, feeling more tired then he had all week. His arms felt slightly heavier, as if weighed down with lead, but bravely he continued on, figuring it to be some mere side effect of him being constantly working.
“This weekend? That’s great, I’ll have to check…with…people.” He took a seat next to Drew, gripping his cup tightly in one hand. “I’m sorry Drew.” He glanced sleepily at the other man, scrubbing at his eyes furiously. “I’m feeling horrendously tired right now, and don’t mean to be rude.”
“Hey no problem man, I understand. It’s been rough for you hasn’t it, what with doing all those TV ads and extra shows with Brad? I get it, you’re tired, you don’t have to apologise to me for it. Drink some more coffee, it might help.”
Had Colin been watching Drew at all instead of concentrating on the simple act of getting the mug to his mouth, he would have caught the slightly devilish tint to his eyes that he couldn’t hide even on his best day. With his reaction time dulled as it was, Colin missed it, shrugged, and took another mouthful, feeling more and more lethargic as the time passed in abject silence.
Fifteen minutes passed before Colin attempted to stand up, leaning heavily on the wall, with a weary glance, he managed to apologise to Drew, words slurred and eyes closing involuntarily.
He felt the arms slide around his waist, holding him under his armpits, keeping him upright even as he felt his knees buckle, but they felt so familiar that the only thing he managed was a confused ‘Ryan?’ before he slipped into sleep.
--
“Aw, he’s so adorable when he’s sleeping.”
”Less talk, more shifting.”
“You know it would help if you got off your ass and helped us do this.”
”Excuse me? I am the mastermind behind this plan. You two are just the cronies. So if I say mush, you mush. Got it?”
“Yes, master.” Two voice swimming in sarcasm.
Dirty looks were exchanged.
“You go distract Ryan. Don’t forget to give him the note and we’ll put the notes in the other places. After all, there’s always a maze to get the prize.”
Some maniacal laughter, the slamming of a door, followed by another two in quick succession, the rumbling of an engine.
Silence.
--
“Hey Ry, you still here?”
”Jeff! Come in.” Ryan opened his trailer door, inviting the dark-haired man in. Moving to the tiny bar-fridge, he removed two beers and handed one to Jeff. Twisting the cap off his took a long swallow, before placing it on the slightly longer counter, and giving his companion a look. “Was there something you wanted?”
“Not really.” There was a bright smile and Ryan couldn’t help but shake his head, giving a slight smile back in return. Ah, to be impulsive. “I did actually come here with a reason, however. Have you seen Drew anywhere?”
Ryan frowned, fingers twisting around the neck of his bottle, as he thought. “Can’t say that I have. I only talked to him briefly after taping, said something about talking to Colin – some producer’s meeting or something he wanted Colin to step in on. You’d probably be better off checking Colin’s trailer or dressing room. If he wanted to talk to Colin, either of those places is probably most likely. Otherwise, I’d say you’re out of luck, sorry.” He took another swallow of drink,
“I’ve already seen Colin, but Drew was nowhere to be found. Colin didn’t seem to know where he was either. I tried to find Greg but there was a lot of noise coming from his trailer and I didn’t want to interrupt.” Oh if only that were true, he thought grimly, rubbing absently at the part of his arm containing the fingerprint bruises. “So I thought, you as a last resort would know where he is.” He put on his best wheedling face (it wasn’t as good as Colin’s, but it passed), biting his bottom lip theatrically before giving him a look from underneath his lashes. “Would you mind helping me look? If we find them, I’ll buy you a beer next time we go out.”
“Yeah, alright. Didn’t have much else to do. Twenty minutes and we’ll meet back here if we don’t them, okay?”
Jeff nodded his agreement enthusiastically, taking another mouthful of beer and watching as Ryan drained his and threw it straight into the trash. He allowed him a triumphant smile as he followed Ryan out of the trailer, leaving his half-drunk bottle dripping condensation on the counter. He had him.
Hook, line and Stiles.
--
“Careful. We don’t want any extra bruises he can bitch about next time he sees us. They have to be completely self-inflicted if anything.”
”Look, I know what I’m doing, stop trying to reassure me, you’re just making me nervous. Here, take his hand and tie it to the other thing.”
“Yes, sir. Out of curiosity, what were you planning to use this for?” A hand was brushed delicately down Colin’s chest.
”Oh, that’s what this is for.”
”… Awesome.”
The sound of ripping tape and an amused chuckle.
--
“Hey, did you find him?”
“No. I found Dan Patterson though. Apparently Drew’s already gone. Sorry Jeff.” Ryan was leaning against the wall outside of his trailer, an apologetic look on his face. One hand was buried in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, tapping the ash out onto the ground.
Jeff shrugged, starting a little as the phone in his pocket started vibrating. Slipping a hand into his jeans he grabbed it out, flipping it open and putting it to his ear, mumbling an apology to Ryan as he turned around. “Yeah?”
Ryan didn’t hear the rest of the conversation but Jeff finally snapped his phone shut, shoulders trembling slightly. Pivoting back to face Ryan, he took in Jeff’s appearance, visibly shivering and wide-eyed, looking slightly pale. “You okay?”
“No. I-I… some bad news has cropped up. Death in the family. I gotta run. I’ll see you later, okay? Oh, before I forget…” Reaching into his jacket pocket he withdrew a piece of paper and handed it to Ryan. “I almost didn’t remember that Colin wanted me to give this to you. Sorry for leaving so abruptly, see you around!”
And with that he was gone.
--
“Mission accomplished. Get the hell outta there Jeff.”
“How am I supposed to give a plausible excuse to Ryan without immediate suspicion?”
”Make it up, you’re an improviser, you know how to handle it. Trust me, think of something, apologise and leave. Don’t give him room to inquire about it. Short explanation and exit stage left.”
“Alright, give me 10 minutes and I’ll be home.”
“Excellent work my young padawan. You learn quickly.”
”Go to hell.”
The phone clicked off.
--
Hey Ry,
Something’s come up and we need to have a serious talk. Meet me at the bar when you can. Sorry I couldn’t hang around, had to rush off to do something else quickly.
See you soon,
Col.
--
Coming home to change before going to meet Colin, Ryan was forced to pause at the front door. There, taped to the dark mahogany, was a plain white envelope. Ripping the envelope off the wooden panel, nicking the varnish by accident, he wondered briefly who the hell was taping things to his door when he realised it was Colin’s writing that was scrawled across the front of it. Ryan. At least it sort of passed as Colin's writing, it honestly looked a little shaky. Flipping it over, he opened it and peered inside.
Great. Another note.
Dipping long fingers inside the envelope he snagged the flimsy piece of paper and drew it out, unfolding it. His eyes darted across the strip, mouth shaping the words, but not really comprehending it. “What the fuck?”
Go to the kitchen and there you'll find, a clue underneath what's left behind.
He unlocked the door and let himself in, shutting it behind him with an ominous creak. The complete silence in the house served only to make things eerier. Dumping his bag on the ground he headed in to the kitchen, reading the note again for sake of it and to see if it made any more sense. It didn’t.
Looking around he passed over the dishwasher, the stove and the cupboards.
“What’s left behind, left behind…” He glanced at the fridge. “Food? If it’s not there I’m going to have to do a cupboard by cupboard search.” Gripping the door, he opened it, the seals releasing their hold with a slurping sound looking around at the contents off the fridge.
There wasn’t much there. Milk, orange juice, a few vegetables, containers of leftover take-away, a few eggs and several different types of cheese. Hang on a sec, Ryan back-pedalled through his previous inventory of what was in his fridge and settled upon the only possible thing that could be the answer.
Lifting the take-away boxes from their spot, he breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew the envelope from it’s hiding place. Absently he rubbed the bridge of his nose with one hand while the other opened the envelope. And people say men can’t multitask.
People can watch TV while they eat their meals, head to the place where lovers like to kick up their heels.
Oh Jesus. Whoever was sending him on this mind trip was in for a good beating. If he found out who they were. Heading into the living room, he paused in the doorway, observing the room as if he expected something to suddenly jump out of the shadows an attack him.
Flipping on the lights he frowned. Well, this was the place where people could watch TV and eat their dinner. Lord knows he’d done that enough times. But he didn’t get the other reference.
Flopping onto the two-seater couch he buried his face in his hands, muttering under his breath.
”Where lovers like to kick up their heels. The heels part of the sentence implies relaxing, relaxing … so, sitting?” He looked up at the armchairs and then his couch. Nothing looked really out of the ordinary, but then again… “Lovers. Lovers mean two people obviously. Living room. Sitting. Two people. What the hell am I missing?”
Jumping up, Ryan proceeded to pull apart his couch, pulling off one cushion and then the other. There! Excitedly he reached out and grabbed the envelope, leaving the cushions lying in disarray on the floor as he practically ripped it open.
”Of course a loveseat. It all makes goddamn sense if I’d just thought about it the first time. What the-?”
This key will unlock your final destination; go have a shower, I’m sick of this fucking narration.
Now that sounded like someone he knew.
But he didn’t have time to ponder on it, heading up to the bathroom intent on doing exactly what the note told him too, the note to meet Colin all but forgotten.
--
“Oh baby, you did so well. I’m proud of you.”
”Less talk.” A break, several gasps for air a slight whimper. “More doing what you were.”
”What, this?”
”Nnngh…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
--
Knotting the towel around his waist Ryan shuffled around the bathroom, filling all the meaningless duties that occurred whilst one was in there, including brushing his teeth. Opening the medicine cabinet to grab his brush, he was taken aback when one last envelope fell out and fluttered down into the sink, water beginning to saturate the edges.
’Shit shit shit.” Ryan chanted as he fished it out, opening the slightly soggy envelope and snagging the piece of paper inside, pulling it out and opening it up.
“Oh thank god.”
The water had soaked into the creases of the folding, distorting the words slightly, but it was still readable.
Because it’s your birthday, we got you a gift. I'm sure this present will give you a "lift".
“I … what?” Ryan’s brow furrowed, wrinkles appearing above the bridge of his nose as he wandered out of the bathroom, the contents of the last note swimming around in his brain as he read his bedroom, trying the knob only to have the door not budge an inch when he tried to open it.
“My door’s locked.” Ten million points for pointing out the obvious, Ryan thought dryly as he stood there. Searching through the pile of clothes in his arms he located his pants pocket and withdrew the key, inserting it into the lock and twisting it, listening with apprehension and then relief as a satisfying click occurred.
Pushing it open, Ryan proceeded into the room, dropping his clothes when he realised there was something on his bed. Not something, someone and apparently not on but fucking attached to his bed.
Starting from the feet he managed to gain a look, taking in the pale legs to the creamy thighs – judiciously averting his eyes from the man’s private anatomy – and up over the stomach, almost choking on an indrawn breath.
Happy Birthday Ryan.
Cautiously he approached the bed, moving quietly to avoid disturbing the person there. After that his eyes travelled even further upwards, towards the arms fastened to the bedposts with copious amounts of duct tape.
Trailing back down, he finally caught a glimpse of the man’s face and promptly did a double take, expression matching his completely shocked voice.
”Colin!?”
Author: desiredeffect
Part: 1/2
Summary: It's Ryan's birthday!
Pairing(s): Ry/Col Side Greg/Jeff
Rating: R. This part to be on the safe side. NC-17 overall.
Author's notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAE-BEAR
And after pointing that all, you can blame her for this, filling my brain with IDEAS. Evil woman. :P
Disclaimer: It's not lying, it's a gift for fiction
---
“That’s so lame.”
“I know, that’s why I told you about it.” There was a beat of silence. “You gonna help me?”
“Anything to get over that sob story. But y’know, I want something in return.”
“Excellent. Here’s my plan.”
“Hey, is there secret planning going on? I want in on it too.” Another voice joined the first two, all boyish charm and bubbling enthusiasm.
There was a pregnant pause, then a sigh. “Sure Drew, but you have to keep your mouth shut and do exactly as I tell you.”
--
“Hey Col, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Colin turned around to be greeted with the sight of Drew, out of the suit and tie he wore on the show and into something more informal, leaning casually against the doorjamb, two cups of coffee in his hand, one offered out toward Colin.
“Sure, I suppose. Oh, thanks.” He took the proffered cup from Drew’s hand and gestured with the other for him to feel free to seat himself wherever. Taking a mouthful, he turned back around, frowning at himself in the mirror as he took another sip, criticising his appearance for a moment before looking back over his shoulder. He swallowed, throat feeling rather scratchy. “So, what did you wanna talk about?”
Drew gave him an enigmatic smile and took a sip of his own coffee. “Not much. What I actually wanted to know was if you were interested in joining the guys and me this weekend for a fishing trip. You know, relax a little.”
Taking another swallow Colin absently ran a hand over his eyes, feeling more tired then he had all week. His arms felt slightly heavier, as if weighed down with lead, but bravely he continued on, figuring it to be some mere side effect of him being constantly working.
“This weekend? That’s great, I’ll have to check…with…people.” He took a seat next to Drew, gripping his cup tightly in one hand. “I’m sorry Drew.” He glanced sleepily at the other man, scrubbing at his eyes furiously. “I’m feeling horrendously tired right now, and don’t mean to be rude.”
“Hey no problem man, I understand. It’s been rough for you hasn’t it, what with doing all those TV ads and extra shows with Brad? I get it, you’re tired, you don’t have to apologise to me for it. Drink some more coffee, it might help.”
Had Colin been watching Drew at all instead of concentrating on the simple act of getting the mug to his mouth, he would have caught the slightly devilish tint to his eyes that he couldn’t hide even on his best day. With his reaction time dulled as it was, Colin missed it, shrugged, and took another mouthful, feeling more and more lethargic as the time passed in abject silence.
Fifteen minutes passed before Colin attempted to stand up, leaning heavily on the wall, with a weary glance, he managed to apologise to Drew, words slurred and eyes closing involuntarily.
He felt the arms slide around his waist, holding him under his armpits, keeping him upright even as he felt his knees buckle, but they felt so familiar that the only thing he managed was a confused ‘Ryan?’ before he slipped into sleep.
--
“Aw, he’s so adorable when he’s sleeping.”
”Less talk, more shifting.”
“You know it would help if you got off your ass and helped us do this.”
”Excuse me? I am the mastermind behind this plan. You two are just the cronies. So if I say mush, you mush. Got it?”
“Yes, master.” Two voice swimming in sarcasm.
Dirty looks were exchanged.
“You go distract Ryan. Don’t forget to give him the note and we’ll put the notes in the other places. After all, there’s always a maze to get the prize.”
Some maniacal laughter, the slamming of a door, followed by another two in quick succession, the rumbling of an engine.
Silence.
--
“Hey Ry, you still here?”
”Jeff! Come in.” Ryan opened his trailer door, inviting the dark-haired man in. Moving to the tiny bar-fridge, he removed two beers and handed one to Jeff. Twisting the cap off his took a long swallow, before placing it on the slightly longer counter, and giving his companion a look. “Was there something you wanted?”
“Not really.” There was a bright smile and Ryan couldn’t help but shake his head, giving a slight smile back in return. Ah, to be impulsive. “I did actually come here with a reason, however. Have you seen Drew anywhere?”
Ryan frowned, fingers twisting around the neck of his bottle, as he thought. “Can’t say that I have. I only talked to him briefly after taping, said something about talking to Colin – some producer’s meeting or something he wanted Colin to step in on. You’d probably be better off checking Colin’s trailer or dressing room. If he wanted to talk to Colin, either of those places is probably most likely. Otherwise, I’d say you’re out of luck, sorry.” He took another swallow of drink,
“I’ve already seen Colin, but Drew was nowhere to be found. Colin didn’t seem to know where he was either. I tried to find Greg but there was a lot of noise coming from his trailer and I didn’t want to interrupt.” Oh if only that were true, he thought grimly, rubbing absently at the part of his arm containing the fingerprint bruises. “So I thought, you as a last resort would know where he is.” He put on his best wheedling face (it wasn’t as good as Colin’s, but it passed), biting his bottom lip theatrically before giving him a look from underneath his lashes. “Would you mind helping me look? If we find them, I’ll buy you a beer next time we go out.”
“Yeah, alright. Didn’t have much else to do. Twenty minutes and we’ll meet back here if we don’t them, okay?”
Jeff nodded his agreement enthusiastically, taking another mouthful of beer and watching as Ryan drained his and threw it straight into the trash. He allowed him a triumphant smile as he followed Ryan out of the trailer, leaving his half-drunk bottle dripping condensation on the counter. He had him.
Hook, line and Stiles.
--
“Careful. We don’t want any extra bruises he can bitch about next time he sees us. They have to be completely self-inflicted if anything.”
”Look, I know what I’m doing, stop trying to reassure me, you’re just making me nervous. Here, take his hand and tie it to the other thing.”
“Yes, sir. Out of curiosity, what were you planning to use this for?” A hand was brushed delicately down Colin’s chest.
”Oh, that’s what this is for.”
”… Awesome.”
The sound of ripping tape and an amused chuckle.
--
“Hey, did you find him?”
“No. I found Dan Patterson though. Apparently Drew’s already gone. Sorry Jeff.” Ryan was leaning against the wall outside of his trailer, an apologetic look on his face. One hand was buried in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, tapping the ash out onto the ground.
Jeff shrugged, starting a little as the phone in his pocket started vibrating. Slipping a hand into his jeans he grabbed it out, flipping it open and putting it to his ear, mumbling an apology to Ryan as he turned around. “Yeah?”
Ryan didn’t hear the rest of the conversation but Jeff finally snapped his phone shut, shoulders trembling slightly. Pivoting back to face Ryan, he took in Jeff’s appearance, visibly shivering and wide-eyed, looking slightly pale. “You okay?”
“No. I-I… some bad news has cropped up. Death in the family. I gotta run. I’ll see you later, okay? Oh, before I forget…” Reaching into his jacket pocket he withdrew a piece of paper and handed it to Ryan. “I almost didn’t remember that Colin wanted me to give this to you. Sorry for leaving so abruptly, see you around!”
And with that he was gone.
--
“Mission accomplished. Get the hell outta there Jeff.”
“How am I supposed to give a plausible excuse to Ryan without immediate suspicion?”
”Make it up, you’re an improviser, you know how to handle it. Trust me, think of something, apologise and leave. Don’t give him room to inquire about it. Short explanation and exit stage left.”
“Alright, give me 10 minutes and I’ll be home.”
“Excellent work my young padawan. You learn quickly.”
”Go to hell.”
The phone clicked off.
--
Hey Ry,
Something’s come up and we need to have a serious talk. Meet me at the bar when you can. Sorry I couldn’t hang around, had to rush off to do something else quickly.
See you soon,
Col.
--
Coming home to change before going to meet Colin, Ryan was forced to pause at the front door. There, taped to the dark mahogany, was a plain white envelope. Ripping the envelope off the wooden panel, nicking the varnish by accident, he wondered briefly who the hell was taping things to his door when he realised it was Colin’s writing that was scrawled across the front of it. Ryan. At least it sort of passed as Colin's writing, it honestly looked a little shaky. Flipping it over, he opened it and peered inside.
Great. Another note.
Dipping long fingers inside the envelope he snagged the flimsy piece of paper and drew it out, unfolding it. His eyes darted across the strip, mouth shaping the words, but not really comprehending it. “What the fuck?”
Go to the kitchen and there you'll find, a clue underneath what's left behind.
He unlocked the door and let himself in, shutting it behind him with an ominous creak. The complete silence in the house served only to make things eerier. Dumping his bag on the ground he headed in to the kitchen, reading the note again for sake of it and to see if it made any more sense. It didn’t.
Looking around he passed over the dishwasher, the stove and the cupboards.
“What’s left behind, left behind…” He glanced at the fridge. “Food? If it’s not there I’m going to have to do a cupboard by cupboard search.” Gripping the door, he opened it, the seals releasing their hold with a slurping sound looking around at the contents off the fridge.
There wasn’t much there. Milk, orange juice, a few vegetables, containers of leftover take-away, a few eggs and several different types of cheese. Hang on a sec, Ryan back-pedalled through his previous inventory of what was in his fridge and settled upon the only possible thing that could be the answer.
Lifting the take-away boxes from their spot, he breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew the envelope from it’s hiding place. Absently he rubbed the bridge of his nose with one hand while the other opened the envelope. And people say men can’t multitask.
People can watch TV while they eat their meals, head to the place where lovers like to kick up their heels.
Oh Jesus. Whoever was sending him on this mind trip was in for a good beating. If he found out who they were. Heading into the living room, he paused in the doorway, observing the room as if he expected something to suddenly jump out of the shadows an attack him.
Flipping on the lights he frowned. Well, this was the place where people could watch TV and eat their dinner. Lord knows he’d done that enough times. But he didn’t get the other reference.
Flopping onto the two-seater couch he buried his face in his hands, muttering under his breath.
”Where lovers like to kick up their heels. The heels part of the sentence implies relaxing, relaxing … so, sitting?” He looked up at the armchairs and then his couch. Nothing looked really out of the ordinary, but then again… “Lovers. Lovers mean two people obviously. Living room. Sitting. Two people. What the hell am I missing?”
Jumping up, Ryan proceeded to pull apart his couch, pulling off one cushion and then the other. There! Excitedly he reached out and grabbed the envelope, leaving the cushions lying in disarray on the floor as he practically ripped it open.
”Of course a loveseat. It all makes goddamn sense if I’d just thought about it the first time. What the-?”
This key will unlock your final destination; go have a shower, I’m sick of this fucking narration.
Now that sounded like someone he knew.
But he didn’t have time to ponder on it, heading up to the bathroom intent on doing exactly what the note told him too, the note to meet Colin all but forgotten.
--
“Oh baby, you did so well. I’m proud of you.”
”Less talk.” A break, several gasps for air a slight whimper. “More doing what you were.”
”What, this?”
”Nnngh…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
--
Knotting the towel around his waist Ryan shuffled around the bathroom, filling all the meaningless duties that occurred whilst one was in there, including brushing his teeth. Opening the medicine cabinet to grab his brush, he was taken aback when one last envelope fell out and fluttered down into the sink, water beginning to saturate the edges.
’Shit shit shit.” Ryan chanted as he fished it out, opening the slightly soggy envelope and snagging the piece of paper inside, pulling it out and opening it up.
“Oh thank god.”
The water had soaked into the creases of the folding, distorting the words slightly, but it was still readable.
Because it’s your birthday, we got you a gift. I'm sure this present will give you a "lift".
“I … what?” Ryan’s brow furrowed, wrinkles appearing above the bridge of his nose as he wandered out of the bathroom, the contents of the last note swimming around in his brain as he read his bedroom, trying the knob only to have the door not budge an inch when he tried to open it.
“My door’s locked.” Ten million points for pointing out the obvious, Ryan thought dryly as he stood there. Searching through the pile of clothes in his arms he located his pants pocket and withdrew the key, inserting it into the lock and twisting it, listening with apprehension and then relief as a satisfying click occurred.
Pushing it open, Ryan proceeded into the room, dropping his clothes when he realised there was something on his bed. Not something, someone and apparently not on but fucking attached to his bed.
Starting from the feet he managed to gain a look, taking in the pale legs to the creamy thighs – judiciously averting his eyes from the man’s private anatomy – and up over the stomach, almost choking on an indrawn breath.
Happy Birthday Ryan.
Cautiously he approached the bed, moving quietly to avoid disturbing the person there. After that his eyes travelled even further upwards, towards the arms fastened to the bedposts with copious amounts of duct tape.
Trailing back down, he finally caught a glimpse of the man’s face and promptly did a double take, expression matching his completely shocked voice.
”Colin!?”
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