[FIC] Sssssssseduced part 6

[crabby-monkey.livejournal.com]

Rating: NC17
Words: 530
Summary: Thar he blows! What happens *after* Danger Boy meets the Ravenous Boa?

BUZZ “Ryan, Colin, wake up – it’s time for school...” Drew continued to pulse the buzzer as the audience howled. “Man, you guys...” he shook his head. “Greg, can you guess who they are?”

Greg fanned himself “Is it hot in here? Wayne is a British rock star… Colin is having fantasies about death that turn him on, and Ryan? Ryan is someone I would like to know better... I thought he swallowed Colin for a second!”

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The rest of the taping went mostly as planned. Colin found it very hard to look at Ryan, and when he did, it was with a bemused fascination that made Ryan increasingly awkward. They were both relieved when Keith called ‘that’s a wrap’.

Colin sped from the stage toward his dressingroom, leaving Ryan to follow in his wake. His face was hot – but whether it was the remains of sunburn or embarrassment, or something stronger, he wasn’t sure.

“Col, wait up!” Ryan increased his stride and managed to get an arm through the door before it could be shut. “What’s…”

Two hands grabbed him by the shirtfront and yanked him through the door off balance. With a snick, the bolt was shot into place locking everyone out. Ryan’s eyes shot open – the man standing in front of him was Not his friend Colin Mochrie. This person was flushed, not pale, his eyes burning with something stronger than amused curiosity. His hair was on end – and Ryan could smell the electricity in the air.

“Col?”

“Don’t talk – don’t say a word.”

Warm flesh pressed against warm flesh… Green eyes looked into his, the room was hot, way too hot. Two hearts pounding, his nostrils flared as he smelled the heady aroma of aftershave, pheremones, sweat, and the mint candy they all chewed onstage.

With a growl, Colin grabbed the taller man by the hair and pulled his face down. What he did wasn’t so much a kiss as a claiming – his tongue thrust impatiently into Ryan’s mouth on the prowl.

Two tongues – a tug of war as first one then the other thrust… One leg coming up to push his buttocks forward – pelvis ground into pelvis. Heat. Raw… steaming…Needing…

“Mmmm… Col… what?” Confused, Ryan’s body was responding – even as his mind was trying to form a complete thought. (He’s never… when? Ooohhhh god… why didn’t we ever do this before?) The buttons on his shirt exploded outward as his shirt was pulled off. Colin growled and ripped his own shirt off before continuing his assault on Ryan’s flesh.

Taste… salt… need… Hearing the moans… Dragging the other into the room to land heavily on the floor. Tongue flicking out… lashing against skin that seemed to glow like the embers of a slow burning fire. Need, so thick it could be tasted – two pair of pants came off with a hiss…

Ryan couldn’t think, could barely breathe. His penis had risen to the occasion – and he shuddered as it was engulfed in Colin’s mouth. His tongue curled around… fluttered… suckling and sucking. His hands crept of their own accord down to stroke Colin’s head.

Sweet… blood pulsing in his ears… taste intoxicating… Heartbeat pulsing, drawing him deeper…