[FIC] Too Long

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WARNING:  This is a dark piece.  Quite dark.  Again, I don't know where it came from, and I sure as hell don't think this would ever happen even if our little fantasies were true.  But the angst muse was with me and so I wrote it.  It's totally non con and contains one of our favorite characters raping the other.  I won't be offended in the least if you just pass it by.  Frankly, I don't even know why I'm posting it at all, but there you have it.

Title:  Too Long
Pairing:  Ryan, Colin
Rating:  NC 17
Disclaimer:  I'm sick in the head for writing this.  
Author's notes:  See above

“Oh god, no.  Ryan, stop!  Please don’t do this!”

 

“Too late, my friend.  Much, much too late.”

 

“Ryan, don’t!  I’m begging you!”

 

“Oh, you’ll beg alright.  When I say it’s time, you’ll beg.”

 

Gritting his teeth, Colin tried to move, but it was like he was covered in a blanket of cement.  He was on his belly, completely naked, in Ryan’s hotel bed, Ryan on top of him, only his shirt off.  He was dragging his body over Colin’s again and again, teasing himself, moaning loudly in pleasure.

 

Colin was the stronger, and could have flipper his friend off easily, but Ryan must have slipped something into his drink, because he felt as weak as a newborn puppy and could only lie there and take it…whatever it was going to be, and Colin had a pretty damn good idea what that was.

 

But he could talk.  Oh yes.  And he would.  “Ryan, please.  Don’t.  We’ve been friends for thirty years!  Don’t ruin it with this!  Please!”

 

A dark chuckle came from above.  “Friends, yes, but we wanted to be so much more than that.”

 

“You, maybe.”

 

“Bullshit.”  Ryan pumped his rock hard, but still clad, erection twice against the crack of Colin’s ass.  “You want it as much as I do.  All that flirting. Those kisses. Hugging. Holding hands….”

 

“For the show, Ryan!” Colin countered desperately.  “We did it to get laughs.  You know that!”

 

“Really?  Is that all it was to you?  I don’t think so.”

 

“I don’t care what you think.  It’s the truth.”

 

Another double pump followed by a hard bite to the junction between Colin’s neck and shoulder.  “You should care, my friend.  I’m calling all the shots, here.”

 

“Ryan, please.”

 

“Sorry, Col.  It’s too late for that.  Thirty years too late.”

 

“But I don’t love you like that!”

 

“But you do love me.”

 

“Of course I do!  Just not…like that!  I have a wife!”

 

Another dark chuckle.  “So?  So do I.  Doesn’t stop me from having my fun.”

 

“Maybe I take my vows more seriously.”

 

A hard tug to the fringe of his snow white hair.  “That’s right.  Colin the Pure.  You were born a few centuries too late, my friend.  You could have been with Arthur at his Round Table, dressed all in white.”

 

“I never said I was pure.”

 

“Mm.  And you’re not.  I’ve endured your teasing for thirty years, and it all ends now.”

 

“I’ll call the cops,” Colin warned.

 

Ryan shrugged.  “So?  I got lawyers.  A few years and I’m free as a bird.  Not too bad for finally getting what I’ve wanted for so long.”

 

“I can’t lose you like this,” Colin replied, his voice suspiciously watery.

 

“Don’t think of it as a loss, Col.  Think of it as one fuck of a big gain.”

 

“I…I can’t do this.”

 

“You can’t, no.  But I can.  And I will.”  Suddenly, the weight was off of him, but when Colin tried to escape, he couldn’t move below the neck. 

 

“What have you done to me?” he asked, panicked.

 

“Nothing that won’t wear off in a couple hours, don’t you worry.  By then, it’ll all be over.”

 

“Ryan….”

 

“Hush, or I’ll gag you with your own underwear.  I don’t want to, but I will.”

 

Colin took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly, heeding Ryan’s orders for the moment.  Unfortunately, with this mouth closed, he could hear the slow drag of Ryan’s zipper and the rustle of cloth as he removed the rest of his clothing. 

 

“Oh yeah,” he moaned as he stroked himself a few times, not that he needed it.  “This is gonna be good.  Reaaaal good.”

 

Still keeping his silence, Colin felt his already racing heart kick up a notch as the bed bowed beneath him with Ryan’s added weight.  “I’ve wanted this for so long, you know,” Ryan said, his voice completely conversational as he uncapped a fresh bottle of lube and rubbed in on his fingers.  “So fucking long.”

 

When he pressed the pad of his index finger on the one place that only his doctor ever dared go, and that with a gloved finger, it was so cold, he clamped down completely by reflex.  He couldn’t have done so otherwise.

 

“Relax, my love,” Ryan crooned.  “It’ll warm up in a minute, I promise.”

 

And it did, as promised.  Ryan inserted his finger slowly, and Colin knew he was trying to be gentle, not that that mattered one whit.  He was about to be raped by the one man he loved for thirty years.  Gentle didn’t cut it at all.

 

“God, you’re so tight,” Ryan breathed, inserting his finger further along.  “Jesus.  Just like I fucking dreamed.  I can’t wait for the fun to start.”  A second lubed finger was inserted and Ryan’s moan was long and loud.  Then a third finger entered briefly before being quickly withdrawn.  “No.  I can’t wait another damn minute. Not another minute.  Get ready for the ride of your life, my friend.”

 

“Ryan…..”

 

“Hush, I said.  I mean it.”

 

Colin felt the head of Ryan’s cock press against his entrance.  He was determined not to make a sound.  Not one.  Improv came in handy with that, since he’d been hurt plenty of times during a game and didn’t yell out.  At least not that the audience could hear anyway.

 

“Here we go.”

 

It was slow, piercing, and felt like it was never going to end.  He was completely paralyzed and had to take every agonizing second of it, teeth gritted so hard he felt they would crack.

 

“Oh my god,” Ryan moaned.  “You’re even tighter than I thought you’d be, and hot.  This is heaven, Colin.  Pure heaven.  If I’d have known how this felt earlier, I wouldn’t have waited so fucking long.  Oh fucking Jesus.”

 

The dragging back out was even slower and hurt more than the penetration, but still Colin didn’t cry out.  Ryan made no attempt to stimulate him, knowing it for a lost cause.  He only concentrated on his on pleasure.  He pushed back in slowly again, wanting, needing to feel everything he’d been missing all these years.  It was bliss, better than he’d ever dreamed it could be.

 

He tried to drag it out as long and as slow as he could, but his body soon took over and he felt himself speed up, his hands grasping Colin’s hips so hard he knew there’d be huge bruises left behind, proving Colin’s case for him.  Fuck the case.  This was heaven and if he had to pay for it, he by damn sure would.  In spades.

 

Looking down at his cock, he saw it streaked with blood, and for some reason, that seemed to turn him on all the more and soon he was pounding away, breathing heavily as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

 

His orgasm was fast approaching, but he held it off as long as he was able.  This would be his first and last chance to feel what it felt like to fuck Colin and he wasn’t about to let it be a short fuck.   Baseball scores, Drew in a thong all flew threw his head as he continued to pound as hard and as fast as he could into his friend’s sweet little ass.

 

And then, with a roar that could have shattered windows, he came and came and came, thus ending by far the best fuck of his life.

 

He collapsed on Colin’s back for just a moment, taking in a deep breath of his nape, then fought off his fatigue and hopped off the bed, snatching at his clothes and pulling them on quickly.  He looked at the bloody, come spattered bed and shook his head.  “You’ll never believe this,” he said softly, but thank you.”

 

Without another word, he turned and left the room.

 

Colin turned his head and looked at the phone for a long span of minutes.  He wouldn’t be able to use it for an hour or so anyway.  Turning his head back toward the window, he freely let his tears fall and willed himself to sleep.

 

FIN

 

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