FIC: Save Tonight (1/3)

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Title: Save Tonight (Part 1/3)

Rating: R/NC-17

Pairing: Greg/Wayne, implied Ryan/Colin

Summary: He'd been here so many times before - never with Wayne, granted, but enough times to know that the only sensible thing to do would be to just stop talking.

Author's Notes: This isn't meant to make *complete* sense, yet. Hopefully, it makes some sense, though. =) This is kind of like the "Present Day" part of the story, and the other two parts will be flashbacks that make everything a tiny bit clearer. But yeah; it should make enough sense on its own. (Also, this is the result of being away from a computer for a week. It does strange things to you.)

 

Wayne pressed the heel of his hand into Greg's stiffening cock; Greg pushed up into the touch immediately. "You're ... you're very good at that," he panted, and Wayne flexed the muscles in his other arm. "Thanks, baby," he teased, gently, and Greg smiled a little.

He wrapped his fingers slowly around Greg's length, and Greg finally closed his eyes.

"So, what's up?" Wayne asked - not somberly, Greg allowed, but far too seriously for the moment at hand. "Besides the obvious?" he replied, with a smirk, as he bucked his hips. Wayne snorted then, even as he tightened his grip. "Greg ..." he wheedled, and Greg feigned innocence. "Yes?" he asked, opening his eyes to flutter his eyelashes at the younger man. "I'm serious," Wayne drawled, and Greg shrugged - a little impatiently. "I don't know what you want from me," he replied, his words a little clipped.

"I want you to talk to me," Wayne said, softly, in a sort of sing-song way that ordinarily - or on anyone else - would have pissed Greg off, but he only groaned in frustration. "I get enough of this at home, Wayne," he pointed out, tersely, and Wayne loosened his grip on him; he let out an involuntary whine, and Wayne half-smiled.

"Please," he murmured, and Wayne grabbed him again.

"I just want to know what's wrong," Wayne said, gently, and Greg nearly closed his eyes again. "I know," he replied, after a beat, and Wayne began to slowly move his hand up the length of Greg's cock. "So?" he prompted, after a pause.

Greg didn't reply immediately; he sighed, and Wayne's hand sped up a little. "It's nothing," he finally replied, and Wayne snorted his disagreement. "Uh huh," he replied, disbelievingly. "It's nothing important," Greg amended.

"It obviously is to you," Wayne pointed out - again, gently, and - for a split second - Greg felt oddly like crying.

"Was it something at work?" Wayne prodded, and - only a little reluctantly - Greg silently nodded.

"OK," Wayne replied, brushing his thumb over the head of Greg's cock.

"Does it have anything to do with-" he broke off. "Maybe you should just tell me," he added, a little ruefully. "You know you want to," he teased, softly, and Greg almost smiled.

"It's nothing," he insisted. "Just ... Colin," he added, flatly.

"Colin?" Wayne repeated, his brow furrowing in concern.

"I don't want to talk about it," Greg sighed, and Wayne squeezed him a little tighter.

"No, come on," he urged. "What about Colin?"

"It's nothing," Greg swore, keenly regretting even mentioning the Canadian.

"No, Greg - you know you can tell me," Wayne persisted, as his hand slowed, and Greg pouted.

"I just ... everyone loves him so much," he began, before breaking off.

He'd been here so many times before - never with Wayne, granted, but enough times to know that the only sensible thing to do would be to just stop talking.

"OK," Wayne replied, a little unsurely. "Is this about today? Because I know he and Ryan were pretty ... full on ... but it ... you know ... it could've been just for show-"

"Who said anything about Ryan?" he snapped, a little more angrily than he'd intended, and Wayne had recoiled slightly. "Greg - sorry; man - I just-"

He shook his head, licking his lips. "I'm sorry," he apologized, grudgingly. "I didn't mean to bite your goddamn head off."

Wayne nodded, once, and increased the speed of his hand again. Greg groaned, suddenly, and Wayne smiled a fraction.

"So what about Colin has got you so worked up?" Wayne asked, with genuine curiosity.

"It's stupid," Greg tried to brush it off.

Wayne didn't reply for a long moment; eventually the younger man asked, "So?" and Greg laughed, half-heartedly.

"It's just," he began, hesitantly, and Wayne tilted his head to the side.

"Everyone ... everyone just loves him," he said, knowing full well how bitter he sounded.

Wayne waited for him to continue.

"Everyone thinks he's so cute and adorable and ... and fucking loveable," and Wayne's forehead creased a bit. "But it's ...it's Colin," he said, weakly.

Greg snorted. "See, this is why I didn't want to talk about it."

He tried to pull away; Wayne didn't loosen his grip. "No, keep - I don't," he tried, and Greg laughed, a little scornfully. "No, you don't get it," he agreed, and Wayne blinked. "You love him just as much as everyone else," he added, flatly.

Wayne only blinked again. "Greg, he's a good friend - of course I-"

"Do you even watch the show back?" Greg scoffed.

Wayne stared at him for a moment, slowly releasing Greg from his now slightly clammy fist. "Yeah, sometimes-" he broke off, and Greg leant forward.

"Have you ever seen how you are around him?" he cupped Wayne's cheeks gently and tugged him towards him. "You're all," he touched his forehead to Wayne's, "and-" he slowly pressed a gentle, deliberate kiss to Wayne's unresponsive lips, and the other man could only stare at him as he pulled back.

"Greg ..." was all he could say.

Greg raised an eyebrow at him, and he simply repeated, "Greg ..."

"That's not ... fair," Wayne protested, weakly, after a beat, and Greg exhaled slowly through his nose. "I know," he replied, seriously, and Wayne could only stare back at him.

"Look, forget it," he added, as he pushed himself up a bit. "I'm just gonna go-"

Wayne grabbed his wrist. "Greg," he said again, and he could only stare at the younger man's hand on his arm.

"Just-" he tugged on him, then, forcing him back down to the bed. "Lie down."

He pushed Greg back onto the pillow; his grip on Greg's arm turned into a gentle caress, and the older man closed his eyes. Wayne pressed a kiss to Greg's shoulder before resting his head there; he slowly stroked Greg's stomach as his friend sighed heavily.

Greg kept his eyes shut - blindly, he reached out to touch Wayne's hand, and tried his best not to think about short, balding Canadians.