[Fic] Invidia

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Title: [Fic] Invidia

Rating: light R for groping, kissing, cursing, nothing too bad

Pairing: Ryan/Greg, Greg/Clive (implied)

Word Count: 563

Disclaimer: Real people, fictional setting, fabricated happenings

Notes: I’ve been watching far too much Whose Line in the last two weeks

 

 

“Do you have to go?” Ryan stretched languidly under the sheets, watching as Greg pulled up his zipper and began to thread his belt through his trousers.

“Yeh, my plane leaves in less than two hours.”

“Stay here?”

“I can’t Ryan, I’ve got stuff to do in England.”

“See Clive you mean,” Greg’s hands faltered as he pulled his belt tight, frowning as he picked his crumpled shirt up off the floor.

“What makes you say that?”

“Don’t bullshit me Greg,” Ryan’s tone suddenly became more forceful, he was watching Greg’s every movement around the hotel room, expression becoming darker at Greg’s silence. Ryan threw the covers off and swung his bare legs over the side of the bed, meandering over to the drinks cabinet and pouring himself a scotch.

“Put some fucking clothes on Ryan,” Greg rolled his eyes as he began to button up his shirt, grimacing at the creases in the material. He looked up and realised that Ryan was at the other side of the room simply watching him, appraising every inch of his body in minute detail.

“Hey. Hey!” Ryan met Greg’s gaze and Greg stepped back in surprise at the hungry almost predator-like look in Ryan’s eyes. “Ryan?” Greg jumped as Ryan dropped his now empty scotch glass onto the carpeted floor and stalked across the room towards him, lean muscles flexing and chest rising with each shallow breath.

“I said, don’t bullshit me Greg,” Ryan growled into Greg’s ear, pinning Greg to the hotel wall with his own body.

“I’m not going just for him,” Greg pressed back against the wall, suddenly becoming uncomfortable with Ryan’s close nakedness.

“You’re lying,” Ryan growled, hands slipping under his shirt, caressing Greg’s skin as he kissed him roughly, the taste of scotch intoxicating and tantalising. Greg gasped, Ryan’s hands felt like fire and it fucking burned, as though every inch of Greg’s body was on fire. It was never like this with Clive, it was slow and tender and every time they met it reminded Greg of the first time, with Clive wining and dining him, treating him like he meant everything. With Ryan it was heady, fast and rough and it reminded Greg of the first alcohol-fuelled encounter they’d had, but every single time he was with Ryan it just felt right. In bed Clive could never sleep if being touched by another whereas Ryan would immediately pull Greg to him and curl up protectively around him. Clive always settled for moderation, a moderate drinker, a moderate spender, a considerate lover, whereas Ryan did everything in excess, he drank, he smoked and he always fought for dominance in bed. But Clive was waiting for him.

“I have to leave,” Greg finally choked out. Ryan ignored his pleas and pulled him in for another punishing kiss,

“Will you see him?” Ryan breathed into his mouth, outlining Greg’s lips with his tongue.

“Ah, I, fuck,” Greg swallowed and tried to stop himself pressing his hips up into Ryan’s.

“Will you see him?” Ryan pressed, sliding a hand in between them, smirking as Greg gave out a little cry as Ryan palmed him through his trousers.

“No,” Greg panted, “I- I won’t, oh god,” He pushed Ryan backwards, following him as he landed on the floor and attacking Ryan’s mouth with all his strength.

 

He never did get on that plane.