[FIC] New Horizons - 3/?

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Title: New Horizons - 3/?
Pairing: Greg/Brad; background Ry/Col
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Summary: I feel like no one's given Greg any love lately, and since I've been on a Proops kick, I thought I'd give it a try. Lots of AU, including no mentions of wives or girlfriends, and kind of a screwy timeline as I'm too lazy to look up the exact first time that Greg and Brad would have met.



We'd been at the bar for about an hour, just lounging and nursing our beers. The bar was dark and smokey, with only a few other patrons, and we'd found a nice quiet table in the back corner. Conversation had come easily, as Ryan, Colin, and I were old friends, and Brad was seemlessly joining our little group after his stellar performance at the taping. I should have had time to clear my head, as we'd opted to walk to the bar, yet I was still fighting with the nagging doubt regarding our little "rendevous" at the studio. Nothing in Brad's actions or words let on that anything had happened, and as the night wore on, I wondered if any of it had been real.

A lull in the conversation proved a good excuse to get up and refresh my drink, and I took leave, heading towards the bar. After I ordered a beer, I leaned back against the bar and turned to watch my friends. They all leaned in, enthralled in conversation and seeming unaware that I wasn't there. Brad was speaking to Colin, his hands flying in excited exclamations, and it was all I could do to not run up to them, pull Brad away, shake him and beg him not to tease me. Instead I sat, ordering a shot of whiskey to accompany my beer. I tuned out my surroundings, but I couldn't tune out my head......the voice in the back of my mind that said I was silly to even think that Brad could be mine.....the taunting voice. I took a second shot as I slowly allowed myself to give into the voice.

"Hey you, what's up?"

I jumped at the voice and the accompanying hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Ryan sliding onto the barstool next to me. "Nothing." I muttered, looking back at my beer mug and hoping that Ryan would just leave it at that.

"Come on Greg, you've been distant since we got here. I thought we had a great show, did something go wrong?"

"I'm fine, really, it's just.......nothing."

"What's 'nothing'? What could possibly be bothering you this much?", he pushed.

"I want Brad, ok?!? Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm attracted to Brad and I have no chance with him, and I'm kinda fragile right now." I stammered before taking up my mug and chugging down the last of its amber contents. I raised my finger to order another but tensed as I felt Ryan's fingers on my chin, turning my head to face him.

"You have no chance with him? Why? Did he say something?"

"No. No, he didn't."

"Well, then how do you know?"

"I just do. And besides, I don't have a clue how to tell him."

"Can I tell you something?" Ryan asked, his features softening noticably.

"Whatever."

"Colin and I haven't always been together, you know?", he mused, "There was a time when we were just friends. Somewhere along the line I fell in love with him, but I had no idea how he felt and I was scared to death. He was my friend, but I just couldn't convince myself that he could ever love me and the last thing I wanted to do was risk losing our friendship. I spent years like this. It wasn't until he and Deb got serious that I lost it. I hit a low point where I didn't even want to be around him anymore because it hurt too much and I think Colin got scared that he'd done something to drive me away, because one night he just confronted me, asking what he'd done and what he could do to fix it and I just lost it.......I told him everything, breaking down in tears from the sheer enormity of it. I had barely finished before Colin had taken me in his arms, crying himself, and confessing his years of love for me and his own doubt and fears. We wasted years because we were too scared to take a chance and tell the truth. Don't make the same mistake."

I stared at my hands, taking it all in. It was the first time I'd ever heard Ryan talk about he and Colin. It was one of those things that went without words, and everyone had enough respect to let it stay that way. When I looked up, Ryan was gone, halfway back to the table. I rose, grabbed my beer, and returned to join them.

We drank and talked into the early morning hours, contemplating everything from beer to existence. Eventually we all fell into a comfortable silence and enjoyed the warm glow afforded by the alcohol. Ryan and Colin were watching each other, and although no words were exchanged, it was clear they were communicating. Colin's eyes shone with love and admiration and Ryan's whole face reflected his heart, big and open. They stood as one, announcing that it was time to call it a night. We rose then and we all emptied out into the street, Ryan and Colin bidding us farewell as they walked away, hand in hand.

"Well, what now?" Brad asked, suddenly looking a bit unsure.

Maybe it was the beer and whiskey, or maybe it was Ryan, but suddenly I was sure of what I was going to do. I looked Brad directly in the eyes and whispered, "Now you come with me." And I grabbed his hand, pulling him along with me as I strode towards the hotel.

We wasted no time in getting to my room, the door slipped closed behind us and I turned and slammed his body against the hard surface, taking his mouth with mine, seeking and gaining entrance for my tongue. My hands snaked up under his shirt and I tracked my nails down his skin. He pulled helplessly at my shirt while panting into my mouth. I pulled back, a small gasp escaping my lips as Brad's hand found its target. His tongue danced inside my mouth as his hand expertly stroked my shaft, pulling me to hardness within moments. I gripped his shirt and pulled it up over his head, revealing the expanse of chest below. I pushed into him, my skin aching to touch his, and my breath coming in quick gasps. He released me, pulling open my shirt, sending buttons scattering across the floor, immediately forgotten as his teeth closed around one of my nipples. We worked at each others pants, finally ridding our bodies of them and leaving us exposed, naked. Suddenly we both stopped, stepping back to admire each other. I watched his face as a warm grin spread across his features and his eyes began to sparkle. We stepped together, our lips meeting, this time with more admiration than lustful passion as we moved towards the bed. Brad fell backwards and I lay down on top of him, our lips never breaking contact. My skin burned, the searing heat of passion emptying my mind of all rational thoughts as Brad's hand returned to my cock. I thrust into his hand, keeping time with his strokes and panted into his shoulder, biting slightly as the tension built. As he continued I bucked uncontrollably, losing all sense, as the feeling over took me and sent me flying over the edge. I collapsed atop him, panting and loose as I rode out the waves of relief that passed over me. As my breathing slowly returned to normal I opened my eyes and risked a glance into Brad's. What I saw there was a sense of satisfaction, but deeper was a hunger, a dark, passionate hunger. I smiled, planting a soft kiss on his lips before sliding down to capture his shaft in my mouth. I took the full length in one swallow and then pulled back, running my tongue along his cock and ringing around the crown, before taking him to the hilt again. My ministrations were obviously welcome, as he moaned and bucked into mouth. He hands came down, each taking a handful of hair and tugging ever so slightly. The sensation was intense, pleasure bordering on pain, and it drove me to increase my efforts, sucking him with passionate enthusiasm. I opened my eyes to see his head thrown back, his back arching up, and his hands grabbing the sheets as a scream that might have been my name escaped his lips. His body froze and a moment passed before he came. I swallowed everything he had to offer, his shaft deep in my throat, and smiled as I pulled back, looking up to see the picture of tranquility.

We curled up together that night, words not necessary, content to hold each other and bask in the glow of an amazing evening. I looked at the form in my arms, this perfect man, and sighed. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve this, but whatever it was, I was happy. I closed my eyes, a small smile on my lips, at peace.

......to be continued......